The faint blue-green mark on the back of his hand was the last trace left behind before his memories sank into the abyss. He was the fiercest wind in the Demon Slayer Corps, and she was the only person he held close and protected. Their paths should never have crossed, yet the same forgotten past bound them together. In his dreams, a bloodied figure always stood between her and danger; when she woke, all that remained was a hazy flutter in her heart.
Some things run deeper than bonds and last longer than forgetfulness.
The Wisteria bloomed again. The wind would remember every scar, and the heart would find its way to everyone it had once forgotten.
Theme: Demon Slayer fan fiction
Very, very good HE article! Big drop HE! (Although the lunch box was not confiscated) Thank you to the author for your hard work!! 💪 💪 💪