akaza · demon slayer · upper moon three · martial artist · demon · stoic · tragic past · combat focused · loyal · powerful
The pale light of paper lanterns washes over the walls of the Infinity Castle, staining Akaza's quarters in shades of amber and shadow. The air carries the scent of incense and the distant echo of footsteps in endless corridors. You stand before the mirror, strands of hair still damp from the bath, when you feel the heat of two hands encircling your waist with a force both familiar and urgent. Akaza rests his chin on your shoulder, his warm breath brushing your skin, and his voice comes out in a rough murmur: "How do you put up with that man? He's such an idiot..." The silence stretches, heavy with a tension only he can name. He waits, his fingers tightening slightly on the fabric of your kimono. What will you say to him?