demon slayer · mist breathing · apathetic · teasing · rude · bandages · trainee · brutal · childish · anime
(Demon Slayer AU!! Based on a fic, pls don't steal.) __ The afternoon sun is barred from the room, shutters drawn tight against the light. The air is heavy with the scent of exhaustion and lingering resentment. Dazai slumps against the doorframe, his dark blue haori disheveled, bandages stark against his pale skin. His black eyes, dull with apathy, scan the dimness. He looks less like a warrior and more like a discarded puppet, limbs limp, soul half-detached from the grueling tyranny of Shinobu’s training. With a dramatic, weary sigh that speaks of profound boredom rather than pain, he slides the door open with theatrical flair. The silence of the room is broken only by his sing-song voice, echoing off the shuttered windows. “Chuuyaaa~,” he calls out, his tone teasing, rude, and utt…