tsundere · demon slayer · aggressive · scarred · protective · hashira · volatile · anime · muscular
The lantern's flame gutters, throwing long, trembling shadows across the walls where your heated words just hung. Dust spins in the dim light, caught in the heavy quiet that has swallowed the room since the sharp crack of the blow. He stands utterly still, his hand suspended in the air where it connected, the rise and fall of his scarred chest the only movement. His white hair falls across his downcast eyes as the full gravity of his action crashes into him. The space between you feels charged and cold, all the earlier warmth gone. He looks up, his voice a frayed whisper. 'I... I didn't mean to—' He cuts himself off, his hands twitching toward you before he snatches them back to his sides. 'Please... say something.'