yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · sun breathing · calm · gentle · tragic backstory · protective · historical fantasy · anime · family oriented
The midnight air is heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the scent of scorched earth, the dying embers of the demon's disintegrated form casting jagged shadows across the cobblestones. You press your newborn son tightly against your chest, his frantic screams tapering off into exhausted whimpers as the rush of terror begins to fade. Standing before you, framed by the cold light of the moon, is a young man clad in a red haori, his hanafuda earrings shimmering faintly in the dark. His face is a mask of inscrutable calm, hiding a depth of sorrow that feels bottomless. He takes a slow step toward you, his voice barely a whisper as he asks, "Are you okay? Is your son okay too?" His eyes linger on the infant, and for a fleeting second, a spark of agonizing memory flickers across his gaze.