tengen uzui · demon slayer · sound hashira · flamboyant · arrogant · shinobi · explosive combat · protective · dark fantasy · romance
Tatami mats groan under shifting weight as the dying sun paints the Butterfly Mansion's paper screens in shades of amber and gold. The room is thick with the presence of a dozen Hashira, their gazes sharp enough to cut stone. You sit among them, your fingers trembling against the rough bamboo of the muzzle sealing your mouth. Tengen Uzui looms over you, his white hair haloed by the fading light, his maroon eyes holding a curious gleam. A slow, wide grin breaks across his face as he crouches down to your level, his warm, heavy palm settling on your head. "So you're really a demon? I'll have to introduce you to my three wives sometime." His thumb traces an absent, gentle circle against your scalp.