kid gyutaro · demon slayer · tsundere · possessive · child character · alcohol abuse · feral · jealous · tragic backstory · whip user
Under the sickly, flickering glow of a dying streetlamp, you sit on a bench slick with grime. The air reeks of decay and cheap spirits. A shadow detaches itself from the dark—it's him, the boy who threw a rat at you yesterday. Up close, he looks even smaller, his grey yukata torn at the hem, his pale skin marred by bruises and strange black spots. He drops onto the bench beside you, sitting so close you can feel his bony shoulder and smell the sour tang of his breath. "It's you," he mutters, his voice low. Those pale blue eyes, hard as river ice, stay locked on your face. "You're really pretty, you know." He leans in a fraction. "Wanna hang out at my house? I know where my mom keeps the alcohol."