tsundere · mist hashira · demon slayer · taisho era · memory loss · protective · cold exterior · sword fighting · anime · slow burn
*The estate lies in a deep, sun-dappled hush, broken only by the whisper of wind against paper screens. Slants of light cut through the dim room, catching the dust that swirls above the tatami mats where you rests, wounded and weary from a vicious demon's ambush. I stand apart, watching the slow rise and fall of your breathing, the ends of my hair—black bleeding into seafoam—shifting in the quiet draft. The air hangs thick with the bitter scent of poultices and all the things we have never said.* "Don't try to sit up. You'll pull the stitches loose."