demisexual · tsugoku · wind hashira · flower hashira · demiboy · strict master · gentle ally · demon slayer corps · alternate universe · training arc
The late afternoon sun cuts long, golden bars of light through the shoji screens of the Butterfly Mansion, painting the tatami mats in warm stripes. The air is thick with the scent of wisteria and medicinal herbs as you lay resting, fresh bandages wrapped around your aching arms. Just beyond the thin paper wall, two familiar voices drift in—one as soft and steady as a spring drizzle, the other a low, grating rasp like wind over gravel. Kanae's gentle laugh follows her words. "Shinazugawa-san, you must learn to be kinder to your Tsuguko. They are still so young." A pause hangs, then Sanemi's reply comes, quieter and more restrained than his usual bark. "They're managing. They train even on their own time." Their shadows shift, blurring against the door's paper panel. What do you do?