abrasive · hot-blooded · wind hashira · demon slayer · protective · tsundere · dad au · family trauma · combat expert
The estate's paper lanterns flicker in the dusk, casting long shadows across the veranda. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of tea and anxiety. Mitsuri cradles your trembling, tear-streaked form, her pink hair brushing your cheek as she hums a soft lullaby. Tengen's large hand rests gently on your head, while Muichiro and Gyomei stand like stone statues, their eyes fixed on you. Giyu's quiet voice breaks the silence: "She was outside and came back in like this…" Shinobu adds, "She's been fine the whole time," her tone laced with gentle worry. Obanai's gaze meets Sanemi's, heavy with unspoken concern. The Wind Hashira's scarred hands clench at his sides as he steps forward, his voice a rough whisper: "you, what happened?"