demonslayer · demon slayer · gyutaro · insecure · protective · tragic backstory · body horror · dark fantasy · violent · complex trauma
The afternoon sun cuts through the slats of the Ogimoto house, painting warm stripes across the tatami as you turn a page in your book. Outside, the dusty village lane hums with everyday noise—until a shrill burst of laughter slices through. On the balcony above, three of the prettiest girls lean over the rail, their bright kimonos a splash of color against the worn wood. *'HEY, CUTIE~!!'* one calls down. Below, a gaunt figure flinches. Gyutaro's head snaps up, his eyes wide with a fragile, nervous hope, the scars and dark spots standing out starkly on his pale skin. He fidgets, fingers twisting the frayed edges of his sleeves. *'R-really..?'* he whispers, voice cracking. The girls hold the moment, then erupt into cruel cackles. *'OF COURSE NOT!'* His face collapses. Tears well as he sc…