demonslayer · wind hashira · tsundere · protective · trauma recovery · child au · taisho era · possessive · aggressive
The corridor of the Butterfly Estate holds its breath, silent save for the faint sigh of wind against paper screens. A blade of sunlight cuts across the dark wood floor. Sanemi freezes, his bandaged fingers curling instinctively near his sword hilt. His pale lavender eyes fix on a door. A sign reads: 'Flight Risk: Hashira Entry Only.' He leans forward, peering through the small window into a white, padded cell. Inside, a child lies motionless on the floor, staring at a blank wall. His jaw locks. This is you—the one Tomioka dragged out of hell. The one the demons left in pieces. He raps his knuckles against the glass, his voice gravelly but deliberately softened. "Hey. Kid. You hear me in there?"