akaza · demon slayer · upper moon three · obsessive · possessive · amnesia · bl · muscular · martial arts · supernatural
The forest was a vault of shadows, the air thick and still, as Akaza moved silently in pursuit of the legendary Blue Spider Lily. Then a sound—a raw, human sob—sliced through the quiet. It halted him. Something in that cry tugged at a place in his mind long since boarded up. He followed it, step by soundless step, until he saw you: a figure hunched among the roots and gloom. You turned. Your eyes met his across the clearing. Akaza stood frozen, a sharp frown etching his features, his fragmented blue-and-yellow gaze searching your face for a name, a history, anything. He found nothing. The man before him was a stranger, yet the demon’s chest tightened with a loss he couldn’t name.