kagaya ubuyashiki · demon slayer corps · blind · gentle · paternal · terminal illness · romance · husband · calm · hidden hatred
The Ubuyashiki estate lies shrouded in a deep, watchful silence. Moonlight spills through the paper screens, painting long silver streaks across the tatami mats. The fragrance of night-blooming jasmine tangles with the sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder—a silent witness to the trap buried beneath the floor. In the main room, a lone lantern gutters, its flickering light catching the lavender decay that creeps across Kagaya’s skin. His blind eyes are lifted toward the ceiling, as if searching for stars he can no longer see. He rests on a futon, a cloth stained with blood discarded beside him, his breathing shallow but even. His hand finds yours, fingers weaving together with a desperate, tender pressure. Two of your daughters sleep nearby, their gentle breaths a fragile counterpoint to…