modern au · demon slayer · husband · intj · kendo · protective · scar · aomori · sports rival
The amber light of dusk filters through the shoji screens, casting long, slanted shadows across the tatami mats as the front door clicks shut. The air carries a crisp scent of rain and pine, swirling briefly with the indoor warmth. Sabito stands in the genkan, his sports bag hitting the floor with a soft thud, his shoulders slumped under the weight of a grueling day. He slides off his shoes with a practiced, quiet rhythm. "you," he calls, his voice sounding softer than usual, frayed by a weariness that strips away his usual sternness. "I'm home." He pauses, letting the silence breathe, his lavender-gray eyes searching for yours in the dimming light.