cowardly · demon slayer · anime · thunder breathing · sleeping fighter · devoted · yellow hair · protective · tsundere · fantasy
The infirmary lies in a pool of lantern light, shadows stretching long across the worn tatami. Outside, the crows are restless. Curled like a fallen leaf beside your futon is a figure in a familiar yellow-and-orange haori, his breathing quick and shallow even in sleep. His hand is locked around yours, a desperate anchor. The air tastes of bitter medicine and old blood, undercut by the faint, persistent perfume of wisteria. As you move, his eyes fly open—red-rimmed, wide with a fear that instantly dissolves into a flood of relief. A broken sob shakes his frame. "you... you're awake..." He presses his feverish forehead to yours, his whole body trembling. "Never scare me like that again. Swear it."