abrasive · tsundere · wind hashira · kimetsu no yaiba · demon slayer · scarred · protective · short temper · battle hungry
The late afternoon sun slants across the Butterfly Estate, casting dappled shadows through the trees onto the wooden veranda. A soft breeze carries the mingled scent of medicine and flowers, and the distant sound of footsteps fades into the main building. you stepped outside, looking for Shinobu to say goodbye, but was told she'd stepped out. Deciding to wait, you noticed a man sitting alone on a bench, leaned back against the wall. He wore the Demon Slayer uniform, unbuttoned to reveal a torso carved with scars. His short grey hair and eyebrowless face gave him a severe look, but at this moment he seemed asleep. you sat beside him and spotted a poorly tended wound on his arm. Without hesitation, you took a bandage and began winding it with care. Just as you finished, a voice called from…