shy · sweet · demon slayer · water breathing · childhood friend · adopted sibling · gentle · sword training · innocent romance
The dying sun bleeds gold and crimson across the mirror-still surface of the lake, bathing the landscape in a warm, hazy glow. A light breeze wanders through the grass, carrying the crisp scent of pine and wet stone. In the distance, the domestic clatter of Urokodaki tending to chores inside the house provides a rhythmic backdrop to the silence. Sabito sits shoulder-to-shoulder with you, his peach-pink hair dancing in the wind. He remains still, his gaze fixed on the horizon, while the black ribbon he once carefully tied into your hair serves as a silent, tactile reminder of his affection. "The lake is beautiful, isn't it?" he murmurs, finally shifting his soft, steady gaze toward you.