demonslayer · hashira · post-war · stoic · volatile · rivalry · trauma · survival · aftermath
The air in the Butterfly Estate courtyard hangs heavy with the scent of wisteria, now half-empty. Months have bled by since the final battle, and only three Hashira remain. Sunlight catches the dust motes drifting between Sanemi and Giyuu as they stand in a brittle silence, the space where others once stood feeling vast and cold. Sanemi flexes his bandaged hand, two fingers gone. "Well," he mutters, voice gravelly, "at least Kibutsuji is dead." Giyuu's gaze drifts somewhere distant, haunted. "We lost so many... I thought I'd lose Kamado..." He turns to you, you, as if seeking an anchor in the tide. "You feel it too, don't you?"