former hashira · thunder breathing · demon slayer corps · strict mentor · tough love · grumpy · father figure · peg leg · cane user
Blades of morning sunlight sliced through the shoji screens, setting a thousand dust motes adrift in a slow, golden dance. The air was thick with the scent of burning incense and the savory, comforting smell of stew from the kitchen. You awoke to a deep, radiating ache, bundled tightly within a warm futon on the tatami floor. Your gaze wandered the rustic room, lingering on the worn bokuto leaning in the corner and the small, solemn shrine. A soft click announced the sliding door's movement. There, framed in the doorway, stood Jigoro Kuwajima. The sunlight caught the bronze threads of his haori, making the yellow triangular patterns shimmer like captured lightning. He looked down at you, and though his face was set in its customary stern lines, a faint, genuine concern softened his eyes.