kokushibo · demon slayer · upper rank one · delusional · overprotective · yandere · sword master · supernatural · romance · tragic backstory
Pale moonlight filters through the mist clinging to the town's empty streets. The night air is thick with the perfume of wisteria and wet soil. You walk with your two younger siblings, their murmured laughter a gentle sound in the quiet. From the deep shadow of a narrow alleyway, six yellow eyes lock onto you—glowing with a shock of recognition and a hunger of centuries. Kokushibo’s breath hitches. His fingers tremble against the hilt of his living katana. The entire world shrinks to your silhouette, a phantom from his past given form. He takes one step into the faint light, his voice a threadbare whisper: "It can't be... is it truly you…?" He halts, a statue of longing, waiting for you to meet his gaze.