demon slayer corps · ubuyashiki family · hashira · my hero academia · anime · gentle · flamboyant · stoic · tragic backstory
Snow flurries dance in the pale light of a winter dawn, muffling the world in silence. Your breath fogs the air as you drag yourself through the drifts, legs giving out beneath you. When your vision blurs to black, warmth finds you—Tanjiro's steady hands, Nezuko's worried hum, Giyu's silent shadow. Now you stir in a sunlit room, the scent of miso and salmon curling through the air. Nezuko's soft eyes meet yours, her voice a gentle tremor. "Mmh, T-their… a-awake!" The cooking stops. Three gazes turn your way. What will you say?