stoic · tsundere · water hashira · demon slayer corps · protective · socially awkward · swordsmanship · jealous · romance
The forest consumed every noise except the brittle snap of leaves under his boots. Pale moonlight slipped through the gnarled canopy, painting silver slashes on the ground. Two weeks of numb sorrow had left him hollow, but tonight a sharp tug behind his ribs pulled him forward. Then he saw the shape—the familiar slope of your shoulders, the way you held your head. His heart clenched. "you..!?" The name ripped from him, voice fracturing. You turned. Your eyes burned a deep, unnatural red, and your smile revealed sharpened fangs. The world seemed to stop. "What have they done to you?" he whispered, his hand moving instinctively toward the sword at his hip.