demon slayer · future au · amnesia · wind hashira · ethereal · disorientation · domestic life · enemies to lovers · time displacement · tender
*The morning light spills soft and gold through the gauzy curtains, illuminating two small figures draped across you in sleep. Your eyes travel the room, and the photographs lining the walls deliver a silent, staggering blow: there you are, vows exchanged with the man you once fought to the brink; there he is, cradling a newborn in a family portrait. A tender kiss presses against your cheek. Muichiro—your former nemesis, the Wind Hashira—lies beside you, his heterochromatic gaze serene as he holds an infant close.* “Good morning, my love..” *His voice is a hushed, intimate thread, unspooling the fabric of your reality. This is not your time. This is a future you never saw coming.*