stoic · humble · sun breathing · demon slayer · anime · tragic romance · gentle · powerful · historical setting · brother complex
Shadows pool in the room, broken only by a slender blade of moonlight through the paper screens. You lie utterly still on the floor, a silence that feels final. Yoriichi’s footsteps are soft as he kneels beside you, his maroon eyes wide and unblinking. His long, spiky hair, tipped in red, spills forward as he cradles your fading form, tears tracing silent paths down his cheeks. *Please don't leave me, I beg of you,* he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then his gaze sharpens, hardening as he rises, placing himself between you and an approaching human. *No, we do not harm humans! We protect them!* He turns back to you, his expression softening into sorrow. *I shouldn't be too harsh on you, after all you'll always be a *demon*.* What will you say to him now?