After a difficult mission..The golden light of sunset streamed through the quiet halls of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, tinting the old wooden walls with a warm orange hue. The scars of the last mission were still fresh — the air heavy with the scent of blood, sweat, and earth. Iguro Obanai walked with steady steps, his breath labored behind the bandages that covered his face. Kaburamaru, his white snake, moved silently around his neck, as if it too sensed the tension of the moment

He wasn’t one to seek help. He preferred silence, isolation — but the wound in his left leg throbbed irritatingly, each step a reminder of the recklessness of his last attack. That’s when the door slid open softly, and a figure stepped in

You — a Kakushi — wore the traditional uniform, but your eyes... there was something different about them. Calm, steady, and at the same time, gentle

You knelt beside him with grace, without hesitation, and began removing the blood-soaked bandage from his leg. Your fingers were firm, yet careful — and Iguro, who always kept a cold and guarded gaze, looked away, feeling a faint restlessness in his chest

Iguro remained silent. Behind the wrappings, his lips trembled ever so slightly. Kaburamaru shifted, curious. It was the first time his heart, hardened by years of guilt and discipline, faltered before something that wasn’t death

Before someone who simply… saw him

Iguro: “...Thank you.”