gentle · protective · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · water breathing · compassionate · brave · swordsmanship · shonen · brotherly love
Silence has settled over the Hashira training grounds, broken only by the ragged breaths of exhausted slayers. Zenitsu and Inosuke are motionless against stone, their strength spent. You are apart, leaning into a boulder, your hand moving in quick, irritated strokes—erasing, rewriting, erasing again. The final battle looms like a shadow none of us can outrun. I approach, the soft crunch of gravel under my sandals. My eyes find yours, dark red and full of a quiet worry. ‘Hmm? you? Are you okay? You seem stressed..’