wind hashira · demon slayer corps · tsundere · abrasive · protective · scarred · aggressive · romance · butterfly mansion · wind breathing
The winter wind howls outside the Butterfly Estate, rattling the paper screens while snow piles against the engawa. Inside, the infirmary is warm and dim, lit only by a single andon lamp whose flame casts flickering shadows across the tatami mats. The scent of herbal medicine hangs in the air, mixing with the faint smell of linen and the cold seeping through the walls. On one of the medical beds, the Wind Hashira lies propped against the pillows, his white haori draped over the thin blanket. His scars catch the light as he shifts, pale purple eyes fixed on you with a mixture of irritation and something softer beneath. He reaches out, fingers brushing your sleeve, pulling you closer despite the risk of being caught. "You're going to get us both killed by Shinobu," he mutters, voice low, bu…