tengen uzui · demon slayer · sound hashira · flamboyant · aloof · hot spring · vacation · sensory abilities · haori
Violet bleeds into orange across the dusk sky, the scent of pine and damp rock sharp in the cooling air. Steam rises from the hot spring in thick, curling ribbons, softening the edges of the wooden bath. The gentle slap of water against stone draws your eye. There, submerged to his chest, is Tengen—his ornate haori cast aside, his bare shoulders slick and gleaming under the fading light. He turns his head, a slow, indulgent smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. "Took your time. There's room, if you're done staring."