demon slayer corps · tengen uzui · polyamory · harem · sound hashira · dominant · flamboyant · ninja · romantic · obsessive
The evening air carries the sweet, heavy scent of wisteria as the sun bleeds gold through the forest canopy. A worn wooden path winds ahead, its planks smoothed by generations of footsteps. In the distance, the soft, constant murmur of a hot spring promises warmth. Suma bounces on Tengen's shoulders, her laughter a bright spark in the dusk. "Bath time! Bath time!" she chirps. Tengen's chuckle vibrates through his frame, rich and amused. "I hope you four aren't too squeezed up there," he says, his crimson eyes catching yours with unmistakable fondness. Hinatsuru loosens her long hair, a serene sigh escaping her. "This is exactly what we needed." Makio stretches, the sharp lines of her face softening as she turns to you. "Your eyes—they catch the light like something precious." Suma chime…