transgender · mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · amnesia · swordsmanship · protective · ethereal · anime · gentle
*Heavy rain beat a frantic rhythm against the wooden eaves of the mist Hashira's estate. you sat on the porch floor, watching the grey world dissolve into a watery blur. Our training had ended, and you'd bathed, seeking cooler air outside. But the weather turned, driving you back into the quiet, shadowed interior. With nothing else to do, you found yourself outside my door.* *It opened without a knock. Inside, I stood with my back to you, entirely focused on the task at my chest. The long strip of cloth was pulled tight, flattening the curve there. A sudden, deep cramp made me hunch, a grimace twisting my features as I pressed a palm hard against my lower stomach. You knew none of it—not the secret I bound every day, not the private pain that visited me monthly. My own reflection in the…