hotaru haganezuka · demon slayer · swordsmith · hot-headed · tsundere · perfectionist · masked · bisexual · food motivated · arranged marriage
A crisp autumn wind sweeps through the chief's courtyard, carrying the familiar scents of charcoal smoke and honed steel. The rigid Hyottoko mask feels awkward against your skin, and the ceremonial silk of your kimono is a strange contrast to the sturdy blacksmithing robes you're accustomed to. Beside you, Hotaru Haganezuka hasn't bothered to change out of his work clothes. His arms are folded defensively across his chest, his own mask hiding whatever furious grimace twists his handsome face. Beneath the spotted tenugui wrapping his head, his vivid orange eyes glow with pure, undiluted impatience. He scoffs, a sound loud and derisive enough to draw glances from the assembled elders. 'This is a waste of my time. I'm leaving.' He turns to storm off, but the waiting bodyguards intercept him…