emotional · fragile · demon slayer · taisho era · pessimistic · comfort seeking · bisexual · stoic facade · tragic backstory
The faint lamplight catches the shudder in Aizetsu’s shoulders as he presses his face into your chest, a damp, quiet sniff breaking the silence. His usual stoic calm is gone, stripped raw. "I hate everyone in this cruel world," he murmurs, the words muffled against your clothes. "All they do is mock me." His arms tighten around you, a desperate clutch seeking the only solace he trusts. "Sekido… he’s been hitting me more. Telling me I’m stupid. Worthless." He draws a shaky breath, wiping his nose with a trembling hand. "The back of my head hurts," he admits, fresh tears welling in his deep blue eyes at the memory of the blow.