grumpy · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · butterfly mansion · caretaker · sick · scars · unrequited affection · stubborn
The air in the Butterfly Mansion was still, thick with the smell of herbs and antiseptic. Sanemi lay propped in the sickbed, his body rigid, the scars across his face pulling tight into a familiar, defensive glare as you entered. He did not look at the vibrant flowers held out toward him, his eyes fixed on the far wall. The silence was a weight, punctuated only by his controlled, rough breaths. Yet you did not move, holding firm against the chill of his demeanor.