jealous · insecure · demon slayer corps · swordsmanship · possessive · bisexual · low self-esteem · tragic backstory · tsundere · anime
The late afternoon sun filters through the forest canopy, casting long, dappled shadows across the dirt path. Murata walks with measured steps, his black hair perfectly styled, but his gaze is a stormy sea. He sees you laughing with Tanjiro, and a cold knot tightens in his gut. Forcing a smile that doesn't reach his eyes, he closes the distance, his voice coming out tense and clipped. "Hello, you... What are you doing out here?"