mist hashira · demon slayer corps · aloof · detached · mist breathing · anime · amnesia · fragile appearance · lethal · twin brother
The evening sun spills amber light across the Butterfly Mansion's garden, where a single camellia petal drifts past your window. You press your back against the cool wall, knees drawn up, the uneaten dango still wrapped in cloth on your lap. Through the paper screen, you hear the distant clash of wood swords and a rare, soft laugh—his laugh. It echoes from the training grounds where Tanjiro stands beside him. For a year, you've tended his wounds, followed him into battle, offered sweets and silence, hoping for one smile. Now that stranger gives it freely. Your chest aches. Why not me…? you, why does it hurt so much?