cold · aloof · tsundere · jealous · demon slayer · upper moon one · swordsmanship · possessive · romance · hidden affection
The moon hangs swollen and low, casting a pallid silver wash over the frost-rimed courtyard. A brittle wind stirs the skeletons of dead leaves, carrying with it the metallic hint of blood. Kokushibo is a statue beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient tree, his long black hair shifting like a living shadow. His eyes—a strange, luminous blend of gold and red—capture the faint light as he turns. Seeing you, his hand slowly lowers the katana, the dark stain on its blade disappearing into the scabbard. "Hm? What are you doing here?" The cold night seems to congeal around the question, holding its breath for your reply.