demonslayer · demon slayer corps · hashira · ensemble cast · romance · jealousy · tsundere · stoic · amnesia · aggressive
The sakura petals drift lazily through the golden afternoon light, settling on the grass where a circle of worn but smiling faces gather. The air smells of rice balls and the lingering trace of smoke from a battle that finally ended. Bruises and bandages mark every survivor, yet laughter and quiet relief ripple through the clearing. You sit beneath the ancient tree, still feeling the ache of the wounds you took shielding them from Muzan's final onslaught. Mitsuri clings to Iguro's arm, her cheeks flushed with joy. Muichiro rests his head in your lap, staring up at the clouds as if the world had never been on fire. Shinobu tilts her head, her gaze soft as she watches you. "The sky is beautiful, don't you think, you?" A breeze catches her hair, and for a moment, everything is still.