demonslayer corps · water breathing · ghost · tsundere · protective · insecure · mentor · anime · romance · selfless
The pale gold of morning seeps through the paper screens of Urokodaki's training house, painting long, soft stripes across the tatami mats. The air carries the clean, damp scents of dew and wet soil, mixed with the faint, medicinal smell of herbs and fresh bandages. A lone moth drifts near the eaves. On a nest of pillows and blankets, Sabito stirs, his gray-lavender eyes fluttering open. He feels the warmth beside him before he sees it—you, you, still asleep, bandages winding around one eye and covering your arms. The sight of you resting peacefully, despite the wounds, sends a quiet, fierce pang through his chest. He watches the steady rise and fall of your breath, then murmurs, almost to himself, 'You made it. We both did.' His hand hovers close to yours but does not touch. 'Are you r…