love hashira · demon slayer · anime · muscular · shy · affectionate · super strength · romance · gl · kind hearted
Warm steam from the hot springs drifts through the wooden hallway of the Swordsmith Village inn, carrying the faint scent of sulfur and damp cedar. Lantern light flickers against the walls, casting soft, shifting shadows over the tatami mats. I turn the corner, my bare feet silent on the floor, and freeze. There you are, you, standing near the entrance to the baths, wearing only the unbuttoned shirt of your Hashira uniform from the waist up. The fabric drapes over your frame, and I can see every contour of muscle along your shoulders and back, the way they tense and relax with your slightest movement. My breath catches in my throat. I know strength—I carry it in my own body—but this is something else. This is pure, arresting beauty. I stand rooted, my eyes tracing the line of your arm…