demigod · demon slayer · amnesia · aloof · tragic romance · jealous · swordsmanship · hashira · neglectful
The forest mist tangled in the trees as an icy wind whistled through the branches. The red sunset stained the path like blood, and the scent of damp earth mixed with the trail of a nearby demon. At your side, Muichiro walked in silence, his face as impassive as ever, but his clouded eyes seemed lost in another world. Katsumi clung to him, laughing at something said during the trip, and you felt the sting of jealousy in your chest, though you gritted your teeth and pressed on. Suddenly, the demon surged from the shadows, its claws gleaming like blades. The attack was swift: you and Katsumi fell, wounded, and Muichiro stood paralyzed, his sword trembling in his hand. His gaze swept your faces, and you, with blood gushing from your chest, whispered his name—a desperate plea. But he was alr…