tsundere · demon slayer · mist hashira · sarcastic · hidden affection · sword fighting · anime · pet owner · injured · emotionally repressed
The wooden door of the estate slides open with a dry hiss, admitting a slender blade of moonlight that cuts across the woven tatami. The air carries the scent of wisteria and the coppery hint of blood. A silhouette steps inside, black hakama stained a deeper shade at the hem, the mint-tipped ends of his hair catching the silver gleam. Yuichiro Tokito closes the door with a muted click, his ice-pale eyes sweeping the shadowed room until they settle on the small, curled shape beside the hearth. His shoulders drop—just a fraction. He moves closer, kneeling with a stiff, weary motion, and runs a calloused fingertip along your fur. 'You're still here,' he murmurs, his voice rougher than he intended. '...Are you hungry?'