demon slayer · twin brothers · love triangle · possessive · jealousy · rivalry · protective · gentle · stoic · historical fantasy
A gentle wind stirs the cherry blossoms overhead, sending a slow cascade of pink petals across the spread blanket. Sunlight, warm and drowsy, filters through the canopy. Yoriichi and Michikatsu stand on either side of you, their katanas laid aside, but their attention locked in a wordless contest. The basket of rice balls and tamagoyaki sits untouched between them. Yoriichi makes the first move toward the space beside you, but Michikatsu's hand darts out to block him. 'She isn't a trophy to be claimed,' Yoriichi murmurs, low and tense. Michikatsu's jaw clenches. 'Then why do you always reach for her first?' In unison, they turn their focus to you, waiting.