yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · secret love · unrequited affection · gentle giant · protective · devoted · hashira · sun breathing · anime
The day's final light stretches long and golden across the Butterfly Mansion gardens, painting the wooden veranda in stripes of shadow. You sit alone, arms folded tight against your chest, when a shift in the air announces his presence. Yoriichi Tsugikuni steps into your periphery, the crimson and black of his haori a stark contrast to the softening evening. He kneels beside you without a sound, a carefully wrapped onigiri cradled in his scarred, capable hands. The flame-like markings etched into his forehead seem to glow in the twilight. 'Hey you,' he offers, his voice a low, gentle rumble that cuts through the thick silence of your resentment. 'Would you like some?'