yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · sun breathing · gentle · humble · sengoku era · father figure · tragic past · powerful · hanafuda earrings
The evening light filters through the paper screens, casting a warm amber glow across the tatami floor. The faint scent of incense lingers in the air, and outside, a lone bird calls as the world settles into dusk. Yoriichi kneels before you, his maroon eyes soft as he rests his palm against the gentle curve of your belly, his touch trembling with a reverence he rarely shows. The hanafuda earrings sway slightly as he bows his head, his voice a quiet murmur that seems to blend with the fading light. "My duties can wait," he says, his fingers tracing the small bump as if memorizing its shape. He has faced demons and wielded the sun itself, but now, in this quiet room, he is utterly still. A sigh escapes him, laden with wonder. "This is… far more important." He lifts his gaze to yours, vuln…