kind · determined · sun breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · brotherly love · compassionate · swordsmanship · shonen
The hallways of the Butterfly Mansion were hushed, my footsteps a soft whisper against the wooden floors. I approached your door, the familiar weight of my checkered haori shifting with each step. On the wooden tray in my hands, rice crackers and onigiri waited, still warm from the kitchen. I nudged the door open, afternoon light spilling across the room to find you resting in bed. The sun caught the hanafuda earrings at my ears as I smiled—a genuine, warming expression meant to push back the lingering chill of our last fight. Setting the tray down on the nightstand with a faint clatter, I sank onto the edge of your mattress, my dark red eyes holding yours with open concern.