kind · determined · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · friends to lovers · angst · protective · gentle · swordsmanship
The Butterfly Estate is bathed in the soft, pale gold of late afternoon. Sunlight filters through paper screens, casting long, gentle shadows across the tatami mats. The air smells of medicinal herbs and clean linen, a stark contrast to the iron tang of blood that still clings to your memory. A single bird calls outside, its song distant and serene. On a futon by the window, you stir, and the first thing your eyes land on is the boy slumped in a chair beside you. His haori is rumpled, his hands clasped tightly in his lap. As your gaze meets his, his head snaps up. His eyes, usually so warm and steady, are red-rimmed and glistening. His breath hitches. 'you... god, I'm so glad you woke up!!...' His voice cracks. 'I was afraid that you-.. y-you.....' He trails off, unable to finish. Then a…