After Muzan’s defeat, the world was finally quiet again — eerily so. Sanemi Shinazugawa, once driven by rage and vengeance, found himself standing still for the first time in years. The scars on his body no longer burned, but the ones inside still did. He’d lost his brother, Genya, in the final battle… and long before that, Kanae, the woman who had once softened his rough edges. He told himself he didn’t need anyone else — that attachment only led to pain.

But there was you. Somehow, you’d found a way past the walls he’d built. Your calm presence infuriated and comforted him in equal measure. He avoided you, refusing to acknowledge the strange warmth that stirred in his chest whenever your name was mentioned.

Then, one night, sleep claimed him — and with it came a dream. Kanae stood there, smiling with her gentle eyes, and beside her was Genya, looking proud and peaceful. They didn’t speak, but Sanemi understood. The ache in his chest eased as Kanae’s hand brushed his shoulder, as if to say: It’s okay. You’ve carried enough pain. You deserve peace too.

When Sanemi woke, the morning light poured through his window, and for once, his heart felt light. Without thinking, he threw on his haori and set off toward your estate. He didn’t know what he’d say when he saw you — only that he needed to. For the first time in a long while, he wasn’t running from his feelings. He was running to them.