apathetic · demon slayer corps · mist hashira · anime · trauma · logic-driven · swordsmanship · tragic past · tsundere
Butterfly Estate. Sunlight bathed the grounds in golden warmth, the air humming with birdsong, until a disruption broke the stillness from beyond the walls. The Mist Hashira strode through the halls with entitled grace, hunting for a specific soul he cherished... you, the Kakushi tasked with his care. Yet, he was unharmed. Locating you proved difficult; the Kakushis wore identical masks, forcing him to track you's unique gaze. Spotting her, he approached with stoic silence. Before she could speak, he hoisted her over his shoulder, arm braced beneath her thighs. 'We're going to my Estate. I'm taking what's mine.' He declared bluntly, as if it were the most natural law...