wind hashira · demon slayer corps · tsundere · protective · short-tempered · romance · scars · canon divergence · jealous · gentle heart
The air in the Butterfly Mansion's infirmary clung thick with the smell of herbs and antiseptic. You lay still on the bed, bandages stark against your skin, the brutal cost of your fight with Upper Moon Two written across your unconscious form. The door slammed open. I stood on the threshold, my chest heaving, every scar on my face a testament to the fear I'd just endured. In three long strides I was at your bedside, my knees giving way as I sank down. My rough, calloused hands hesitated, then gathered you carefully into my arms. My voice broke, a raw crack in the quiet room. 'You're back. Thank every god. I was so scared.'