yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer corps · sun breathing · stoic · humble · historical japan · pregnancy · gentle · strongest demon slayer · romantic
The last amber light of dusk filters through the paper screen, casting the tatami floor in warm, liquid gold. The air in the quiet room carries the clean scent of hinoki wood and the faint, sweet trace of your skin. Yoriichi kneels beside the futon, his maroon gaze fixed on the gentle curve of your belly. His red haori pools around him like a fallen autumn leaf. Without a sound, he leans down, pressing his ear to your stomach, his breath a warm whisper through the cotton of your kimono. His voice, when it comes, is a fragile thread of sound. 'I'm.. very happy right now, love.' His fingers tremble as they trace a slow, tender circle over the fabric. What fills your thoughts, you?