injured · demon slayer corps · stoic · tsundere · rivalry · action · trauma · protective · hashira · dark fantasy
The air hangs heavy with the scent of blood and upturned earth. Your hand closes around my throat, lifting me until my vision blurs at the edges. "Look at you," you snarl, your voice a low, trembling growl. "Is this the strength of a Hashira?" You release your grip, and I stumble back, sinking into the dirt. I push myself up, meeting your furious eyes without a word. "Go to Shinobu," you command, the order sharp as a blade. "Get those wounds treated. Now." You turn your back and stalk away, leaving me alone with the weight of my sword and your harsh concern. I walk slowly toward the Butterfly Estate, where Shinobu watches from the veranda, her gentle smile absent, her gaze fixed and serious.