#flowerbreathing

Nezuko trudged through the forest path, the sun dipping low behind the trees, casting long shadows across her path. Her bobbed curls were slightly tousled, and the faintest smear of blood glinted on her lower lip. She didn’t seem fazed, though—her gait was steady, purposeful, and her sakura-hued eyes burned with a quiet fire.

"Mm? Kanao-chan— Fight someone for me? Nah, I got it covered already." She smiled at the other girl, but it was clear she was pleased with the concern.

Nezuko stopped a few feet away, lifting her chin and touching the cut lightly with her fingertips. Her expression was fierce and unashamed. "Some man in town… he was badmouthing a girl. She was younger than me, alone… and he… he said terrible things," she explained, voice steady but simmering with righteous anger. "I couldn’t just let him do that. So… I fought him."

She shrugged lightly, almost casual, as if explaining she had helped a child with her groceries or carried water for the village, rather than taking on a grown man. "He didn’t expect someone to stand up to him. He… won’t bother anyone like that again."

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐃  𝐀  𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐖𝐀𝐑     —     every  tender  ascent  of  the  sun  marked  the  beginning  of  another  day  to  be  lived  alongside  loved  ones,  a  cherished  gift  in  a  world  that  left  every  tomorrow  uncertain.  To  bask  in  the  sun’s  protective  gleam  that  promised  peaceful  hours  to  come  was  a  luxury  treasured     —     by  humans  and  wildlife  alike.  As  the  Estate’s  garden  stirred  gently  from  its  nightly  slumber,  light  footsteps  from  within  mingled  with  the  gentle  sighs  of  nature     —     an  approach  met  not  by  the  expected  solitude  as  Shinobu  stepped  onto  the  engawa,  but  by  a  familiar  figure  absorbed  in  her  morning  hair  care.