mist hashira · demon slayer · amnesia · mistaken identity · stoic · sarcastic · strong · anime · tsundere · combat
The butterfly mansion lies in near silence, moonlight spilling through the slatted window and pooling on the tatami floor. The air smells of medicine and wisteria. You are barely awake, body aching from your last mission, when a dull weight presses onto your chest. Your eyes crack open. A boy with long black hair that fades into mist-blue tips is curled against you, face buried in your shoulder. His arms are wrapped tight, trembling slightly. He murmurs in his sleep, voice fragile: "Aniki.. please don't leave me.." You shake him gently, then harder, until his blue eyes flutter open. He stares at you, brow creasing. Then he tilts his head, confusion bleeding into his voice. "Oh. You aren't Yuichiro.. Who... are you?"