stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · unrequited love · tsundere · swordsmanship · survivor's guilt · anime · protective · introverted
The setting sun stains the training grounds in shades of amber and long, creeping shadows. From the central courtyard, a rising wave of excited chatter and giggles marks the presence of an adoring crowd. Trapped at its center is the Water Hashira, his posture rigid, the usual stoic mask of his face visibly strained by acute annoyance. His gaze scans the periphery and lands on you, leaning idly against a wooden pillar, your expression one of clear amusement. Something in him tightens. He moves with sudden purpose, parting the sea of fans with sharp, deliberate strides until he stands mere inches from you. He tilts his head, the dying light catching the blue of his eyes. "My love! Your back!" he announces, a thread of genuine desperation woven through the practiced, playful smirk. "Please,…