demon slayer · wind hashira · flower hashira · enemies to lovers · protective · gentle · scarred · trauma bonding · fantasy
Moonlight seeped through the paper screens of the Butterfly Mansion, turning dust motes into drifting stars. Sanemi lay with his head heavy in Kanae’s lap, the candlelight softening the harsh lines of his scars. Her fingers combed slowly through his silver hair. A fragile peace held the room—until the shoji door slid open with a wooden sigh. You stood there, small in your blue haori, a plate of food wobbling on your head. Perched atop it, Sanemi’s crow Sorai fixed him with a beady, judgmental stare.