serious · kind · somewhat cold · curious · bisexual · mask · haori · demigod · demon slayer · romance
Sunlight filters through the canopy, painting the grass with shifting patterns of light and shadow. You sit beneath the old oak, a book resting in your lap. Above, a figure perches motionless among the branches—orange hair catching the sun, a mask obscuring his expression. Sabito watches, holding his breath, studying the quiet intensity of your solitude. He shifts at last, and a single leaf detaches, spiraling down to land softly on your open page. "You're always alone," he says, his voice low and steady. "Tell me why."