There was a time when Rosey Hayashi was the happiest child anyone could meet. Bright, cheerful, full of laughter. Her days were filled with joy, spent in the arms of a loving mother and father, and always under the watchful care of her older sister—Himari Hayashi.
Himari was her hero. Brave, strong, and endlessly selfless. Rosey looked up to her like the stars in the sky.*
But fate is cruel.
When Rosey was just eight years old, the world she knew crumbled in a single night.
She had fallen asleep early that evening, her arms wrapped around the little stuffed rabbit her mother made. The house was quiet. Peaceful. The way homes should be.
Until she heard the sound , A scream. Then another. She jolted awake, blinking in the dark.“...Mama?”
She climbed out of bed and padded down the hallway. “...Papa?”
There was a smell in the air. Something wrong. Metallic. Sharp. She stepped into the main room and stopped. The world fell silent. Her mother and father were on the floor. Still. Twisted. Blood pooled around them like ink spilled across old paper She stared, frozen... Her lips trembled. “...N-Nee-san…?” That was when she saw her. Himari, on her knees, shaking, clutching at their parents’ lifeless hands, her face streaked with tears. Her clothes stained crimson. Rosey didn’t understand. She was just a child. She took one step forward. “...Nee-san, what happened…? Why are Mommy and Daddy on the floor...?” Her voice cracked. “...W-Why is there so much red…?” Himari turned. Her eyes were red and swollen. But when she saw Rosey, she quickly wiped her face and forced a smile—one that didn’t reach her eyes. She opened her arms. “Come here, Rosey…” rosey ran towards her And as Himari wrapped her arms around her, burying her sobs in Rosey's soft pink hair, she whispered:
“D-Don’t worry… Mommy and Daddy are just sleeping, okay...? They’re just... really tired. Don’t be scared... I’m here. I promise.” That night, they didn’t sleep. For the next few years, they survived quietly on the edges of the village. Himari took on every job she could. Sewing. Cooking. Cleaning. Anything to keep Rosey fed. She skipped meals. Sewed her old clothes into new ones for Rosey. She never once cried in front of her again. Only smiled. “I'm okay,” she always said. “As long as you're safe, I'm okay.” And Rosey believed her. Until the snow came. It was a quiet winter evening. The world outside was covered in soft white, like a blanket of silence. “Nee-san... let’s go outside... Just for a little walk? Please?”Rosey tugged on her sister’s sleeve, eyes shining. Himari hesitated. She was tired. But when she looked at Rosey’s hopeful face, she smiled. “Just for a little while.” They walked through the snow-covered streets, the air crisp, breath visible in little clouds. They walked under the snowfall, the world quiet and still.
Until it wasn’t. And then—he appeared.
A man. Pale. Beautiful in a haunting way. His eyes glowed softly red. Muzan Kibutsuji.*
He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak.
But Himari could feel it , the chill in the air had changed. Danger was breathing down her neck. She stepped in front of Rosey. “Rosey. Listen to me. Run. Now. Don’t look back. Don’t stop. Run.” Rosey’s breath caught. “What...? Nee-san, no! I don’t want to leave you! I—” Himari turned, her voice shaking but firm. "GO!!" So Rosey did. Tears streaming, , she ran. She ran until the snow swallowed the sound of her footsteps. Until her lungs burned. But when she returned… everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
She found Himari lying in the snow. Blood trailed from her lips.
Her sword was broken. Her body twisted. The snow around her no longer white.
Rosey fell to her knees.*“NEE-SAN!!” she yelled her voice trembling with a pain too big for her little chest. She crawled through the snow, sobbing. “NEE-SAN, PLEASE!! WHAT HAPPENED—?! WAKE UP!! PLEASE!!”
Himari's eyes fluttered open. Barely.
“...Rosey…?”
“I’m here! I’m here! I-I ran like you said, but... but—”
Himari smiled. Slow. Faint. Her lips cracked.
“...Good girl… you’re safe… that’s all that matters…”
“No! No it’s not—! You’re bleeding! You’re hurt! I— I don’t know what to do, I— please, Nee-san, please stay with me!”
Himari reached up, fingers brushing her sister’s cheek.
“Shh... It’s alright, Rosey. I’m sorry I won’t get to walk with you when you grow up… or see you wear a kimono again… or scold you for sneaking sweets…”
“Stop! Don’t say that! Please!”
“...But I know you’ll be strong. Because you’re my little sister… and you’re everything to me.”
Her hand slipped from Rosey's cheek.
"..NEE-SAN!!..." *Rosey yelled.*
She ran to the villagers, sobbing, begging them to listen , telling them it was a demon, a tall man in the snow ,but no one believed her. They called her a liar. A cursed child. Some even whispered that she was the reason Himari died.
She was left alone.
For three years, Rosey lived as a ghost—wandering, barely eating, numb to the world. She smiled no more. She spoke to no one. Her heart, once so full of light, was broken beyond recognition.
One day, weak and starving, she collapsed on the roadside.
When she awoke, she was in a small house, her body wrapped in blankets. Standing over her was a girl with black eyes like empty wells and a cold, silent expression. Naomi, a 12-year-old Demon Slayer, had found her and brought her back. Rosey explained everything. Naomi didn’t say much. Just listened quietly. Then she said,“If you want revenge, stand up. I’ll train you.”
And so Rosey trained. Harder than she ever thought possible. She bled. She cried. She pushed through every bruise, every broken bone. The pain in her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. Naomi, cold and emotionless as she seemed, became her anchor. Her quiet protector. Her strength. The first person since Himari who made her feel safe.
Naomi never smiled. Never spoke unless necessary. But she was always there. And somehow, through that silence, Rosey began to heal—bit by bit.
One day, during a training session, Rosey finally landed a clean hit on Naomi. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.
Naomi paused. And then, just for a brief moment, she smiled. “You’re not bad,” she said.“You should smile more. It suits you.”
It was the first time anyone had said that since Himari.
They became close. Best friends. Sisters in arms. They laughed sometimes. Fought side by side. And when they both qualified for the Final Selection, they promised to make it out alive—together.
But fate had one more cruelty to offer.
During the Final Selection, Rosey became separated from Naomi in the forest. She was badly injured, blood dripping from her arms, cornered by a demon. And just when she thought she was done—Naomi arrived.
She cut the demon down in one swift strike, panting, eyes sharp. “You’re too reckless,” she muttered, helping Rosey up. Rosey smiled weakly. “You came…”
But before they could rest, another scream echoed through the trees.
Naomi turned. “Stay here.”
"Wait—" before rosey could say anything.
Naomi ran toward the sound without hesitation. It was another trainee—pinned down by something massive. Something monstrous. The Hand Demon. Naomi threw herself at the demon without fear, her blade flashing. She fought hard, but it wasn’t enough. Not against that monster. Rosey, still too weak to stand, watched from the shadows—frozen in place as Naomi’s sword shattered in the demon’s grip. but it was too late. It tore her apart.
Her limbs snapped like twigs. Her blood soaked the ground. Her body twisted in unnatural angles, thrown against the trees like a broken doll.
Rosey’s vision blurred with tears. “NAOMI!!!” But Naomi was already dying , her eyes fading, blood pouring from her mouth. And yet, she looked at Rosey one last time… And smiled.
Just like Himari had.
Then… nothing.
The demon turned toward Rosey , but rage filled her veins. She stood, shaking, picked up her sword and killed the hand demon She killed the demon but at what cost?
Again, she was alone.
Again, she blamed herself. She took Naomi’s red bow , the one
she always wore and tucked it into the inner pocket of her haori. The haori she now wears Himari’s, the last warmth she had from her sister.But no matter how tightly she held onto those things, they couldn’t fill the emptiness inside her.
Rosey thought she should have died that night, but somehow, she found the strength to stand. Fueled by grief, by anger, by the unbearable weight of loss, she fought and killed the demon. But no matter how many times she told herself she avenged Naomi, it didn’t matter. Naomi was still gone. And it was Rosey’s fault. If she had been stronger, faster, better—maybe she could have saved her. Maybe Naomi wouldn’t have had to die. Her sister used to tell her she loved her smile. Naomi had said the same thing, even in her usual cold way.“You should smile more.”
So, Rosey did. She smiled, even when it hurt. She laughed, even when her chest felt hollow. She acted cheerful, as if she wasn’t breaking inside. Because if she stopped smiling, even for a second, she was afraid the weight of her grief would finally crush her.
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Rosey hayashi— backstory
There was a time when Rosey Hayashi was the happiest child anyone could meet. Bright, cheerful, full of laughter. Her days were filled with joy, spent in the arms of a loving mother and father, and always under the watchful care of her older sister—Himari Hayashi.
Himari was her hero. Brave, strong, and endlessly selfless. Rosey looked up to her like the stars in the sky.*
But fate is cruel.
When Rosey was just eight years old, the world she knew crumbled in a single night.
She had fallen asleep early that evening, her arms wrapped around the little stuffed rabbit her mother made. The house was quiet. Peaceful. The way homes should be.
Until she heard the sound ,
A scream. Then another.
She jolted awake, blinking in the dark.“...Mama?”
She climbed out of bed and padded down the hallway. “...Papa?”
There was a smell in the air. Something wrong. Metallic. Sharp.
She stepped into the main room
and stopped.
The world fell silent.
Her mother and father were on the floor. Still. Twisted.
Blood pooled around them like ink spilled across old paper
She stared, frozen... Her lips trembled.
“...N-Nee-san…?”
That was when she saw her.
Himari, on her knees, shaking, clutching at their parents’ lifeless hands, her face streaked with tears. Her clothes stained crimson.
Rosey didn’t understand. She was just a child.
She took one step forward.
“...Nee-san, what happened…? Why are Mommy and Daddy on the floor...?”
Her voice cracked.
“...W-Why is there so much red…?”
Himari turned. Her eyes were red and swollen. But when she saw Rosey, she quickly wiped her face and forced a smile—one that didn’t reach her eyes.
She opened her arms.
“Come here, Rosey…”
rosey ran towards her
And as Himari wrapped her arms around her, burying her sobs in Rosey's soft pink hair, she whispered:
“D-Don’t worry… Mommy and Daddy are just sleeping, okay...? They’re just... really tired. Don’t be scared... I’m here. I promise.”
That night, they didn’t sleep.
For the next few years, they survived quietly on the edges of the village. Himari took on every job she could. Sewing. Cooking. Cleaning. Anything to keep Rosey fed. She skipped meals. Sewed her old clothes into new ones for Rosey. She never once cried in front of her again. Only smiled.
“I'm okay,” she always said. “As long as you're safe, I'm okay.”
And Rosey believed her.
Until the snow came.
It was a quiet winter evening. The world outside was covered in soft white, like a blanket of silence.
“Nee-san... let’s go outside... Just for a little walk? Please?”Rosey tugged on her sister’s sleeve, eyes shining.
Himari hesitated. She was tired. But when she looked at Rosey’s hopeful face, she smiled.
“Just for a little while.”
They walked through the snow-covered streets, the air crisp, breath visible in little clouds.
They walked under the snowfall, the world quiet and still.
Until it wasn’t.
And then—he appeared.
A man. Pale. Beautiful in a haunting way. His eyes glowed softly red. Muzan Kibutsuji.*
He didn’t smile. He didn’t speak.
But Himari could feel it , the chill in the air had changed. Danger was breathing down her neck.
She stepped in front of Rosey.
“Rosey. Listen to me. Run. Now. Don’t look back. Don’t stop. Run.”
Rosey’s breath caught.
“What...? Nee-san, no! I don’t want to leave you! I—”
Himari turned, her voice shaking but firm.
"GO!!"
So Rosey did.
Tears streaming, , she ran. She ran until the snow swallowed the sound of her footsteps. Until her lungs burned.
But when she returned… everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
She found Himari lying in the snow.
Blood trailed from her lips.
Her sword was broken. Her body twisted. The snow around her no longer white.
Rosey fell to her knees.*“NEE-SAN!!” she yelled her voice trembling with a pain too big for her little chest.
She crawled through the snow, sobbing.
“NEE-SAN, PLEASE!! WHAT HAPPENED—?! WAKE UP!! PLEASE!!”
Himari's eyes fluttered open.
Barely.
“...Rosey…?”
“I’m here! I’m here! I-I ran like you said, but... but—”
Himari smiled. Slow. Faint. Her lips cracked.
“...Good girl… you’re safe… that’s all that matters…”
“No! No it’s not—! You’re bleeding! You’re hurt! I— I don’t know what to do, I— please, Nee-san, please stay with me!”
Himari reached up, fingers brushing her sister’s cheek.
“Shh... It’s alright, Rosey. I’m sorry I won’t get to walk with you when you grow up… or see you wear a kimono again… or scold you for sneaking sweets…”
“Stop! Don’t say that! Please!”
“...But I know you’ll be strong. Because you’re my little sister… and you’re everything to me.”
Her hand slipped from Rosey's cheek.
"..NEE-SAN!!..." *Rosey yelled.*
She ran to the villagers, sobbing, begging them to listen , telling them it was a demon, a tall man in the snow ,but no one believed her. They called her a liar. A cursed child. Some even whispered that she was the reason Himari died.
She was left alone.
For three years, Rosey lived as a ghost—wandering, barely eating, numb to the world. She smiled no more. She spoke to no one. Her heart, once so full of light, was broken beyond recognition.
One day, weak and starving, she collapsed on the roadside.
When she awoke, she was in a small house, her body wrapped in blankets. Standing over her was a girl with black eyes like empty wells and a cold, silent expression. Naomi, a 12-year-old Demon Slayer, had found her and brought her back.
Rosey explained everything.
Naomi didn’t say much. Just listened quietly.
Then she said,“If you want revenge, stand up. I’ll train you.”
And so Rosey trained. Harder than she ever thought possible. She bled. She cried. She pushed through every bruise, every broken bone. The pain in her body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart.
Naomi, cold and emotionless as she seemed, became her anchor. Her quiet protector. Her strength. The first person since Himari who made her feel safe.
Naomi never smiled. Never spoke unless necessary. But she was always there. And somehow, through that silence, Rosey began to heal—bit by bit.
One day, during a training session, Rosey finally landed a clean hit on Naomi. It wasn’t much, but it was enough.
Naomi paused. And then, just for a brief moment, she smiled.
“You’re not bad,” she said.“You should smile more. It suits you.”
It was the first time anyone had said that since Himari.
They became close. Best friends. Sisters in arms. They laughed sometimes. Fought side by side. And when they both qualified for the Final Selection, they promised to make it out alive—together.
But fate had one more cruelty to offer.
During the Final Selection, Rosey became separated from Naomi in the forest. She was badly injured, blood dripping from her arms, cornered by a demon. And just when she thought she was done—Naomi arrived.
She cut the demon down in one swift strike, panting, eyes sharp.
“You’re too reckless,” she muttered, helping Rosey up.
Rosey smiled weakly. “You came…”
But before they could rest, another scream echoed through the trees.
Naomi turned.
“Stay here.”
"Wait—" before rosey could say anything.
Naomi ran toward the sound without hesitation.
It was another trainee—pinned down by something massive. Something monstrous.
The Hand Demon.
Naomi threw herself at the demon without fear, her blade flashing. She fought hard, but it wasn’t enough. Not against that monster.
Rosey, still too weak to stand, watched from the shadows—frozen in place as Naomi’s sword shattered in the demon’s grip. but it was too late.
It tore her apart.
Her limbs snapped like twigs. Her blood soaked the ground. Her body twisted in unnatural angles, thrown against the trees like a broken doll.
Rosey’s vision blurred with tears.
“NAOMI!!!”
But Naomi was already dying , her eyes fading, blood pouring from her mouth. And yet, she looked at Rosey one last time…
And smiled.
Just like Himari had.
Then… nothing.
The demon turned toward Rosey , but rage filled her veins. She stood, shaking, picked up her sword and killed the hand demon
She killed the demon but at what cost?
Again, she was alone.
Again, she blamed herself.
She took Naomi’s red bow , the one
she always wore and tucked it into the inner pocket of her haori.
The haori she now wears Himari’s, the last warmth she had from her sister.But no matter how tightly she held onto those things, they couldn’t fill the emptiness inside her.
Rosey thought she should have died that night, but somehow, she found the strength to stand. Fueled by grief, by anger, by the unbearable weight of loss, she fought and killed the demon. But no matter how many times she told herself she avenged Naomi, it didn’t matter. Naomi was still gone. And it was Rosey’s fault. If she had been stronger, faster, better—maybe she could have saved her. Maybe Naomi wouldn’t have had to die.
Her sister used to tell her she loved her smile. Naomi had said the same thing, even in her usual cold way.“You should smile more.”
So, Rosey did. She smiled, even when it hurt. She laughed, even when her chest felt hollow. She acted cheerful, as if she wasn’t breaking inside. Because if she stopped smiling, even for a second, she was afraid the weight of her grief would finally crush her.
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:sob:
Idk how to draw poses that well . If you see the pose closely you'll realise
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How old do you think rosey(my oc) is?
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My eyes learned Water Breathing.
**Randomly posts this at 2 am**
(Vent??)
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I FOUND MY LONG LOST BROTHER
twin... where have you been? ((Yeah ik the eyes are different)) @MrRaXTKunz
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YAY TYSM FOR 200 SUBSCRIBERS
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•🍡|Congratulations on 122 subscribers yuriko-chan!!
Here I joined the fake Collab!^^ sorry if the eyes are too big heh..
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I LOVE THISS!!!!
https://youtu.be/5_zQX_WNZlY?si=VJt4_...
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