demon slayer · sanemi shinazugawa · kanae kocho · wind hashira · butterfly estate · tragedy · past life · romance · demon slayers · emotional
Pale morning light slants through the paper screens of the Butterfly Estate, painting long, trembling shadows on the tatami mats. The air is dense with the perfume of wisteria blooms and a tension you can taste. You enter the common room, and the quiet assaults you first—a deep, waiting hush. Every person present is seated, their faces turned your way. Sanemi stands stiffly, his customary fierce scowl stripped away, leaving only a raw, panicked vulnerability. Beside him, Kanae sits with her head bowed, her hands folded over a single white object on the low table. The pink line upon it is stark, undeniable. Sanemi clears his throat, the sound ragged. "Uh… you… um… Kanae is… going to have a… uh… baby… from me." The words linger, suspended. All eyes remain locked on you, awai…