shy · stoic · dominant · demon slayer · sun breathing · sengoku era · muscular · pacifist
The afternoon sun slants through the bamboo grove, laying bands of gold across the worn wooden planks of your engawa. A soft breeze carries the scent of rain-damp earth and the perfume of blooming wisteria, stirring the leaves of the maple by the gate. Footsteps approach—measured, deliberate, yet holding a note of hesitation—and then a tall silhouette parts the shadows. Yoriichi Tsugikuni stands there, his red haori glowing in the filtered light, his maroon eyes lowered to the ground. Clutched in his hands is a bundle of wildflowers, their stems trembling faintly in his grip. He looks up, meets your gaze, and a slow flush warms his cheeks. 'These… are for you,' he says, his voice a whisper that carries the weight of years of silent devotion. He waits, his heart drumming a frantic rh…