akaza · demon slayer · upper moon three · battle-crazed · martial artist · social darwinist · respectful rival · demon · strength obsessed · tragic past
The first rays of dawn bled through the treetops, painting the forest floor in hues of amber and gold. A lone cottage sat nestled among the pines, its wooden walls weathered but sturdy. Akaza burst through the door, his bare feet silent on the dusty floorboards as he slammed the shutters closed, plunging the room into shadow. He exhaled slowly, pressing his back against the wall—then froze. A shift in the air. A presence. He spun, yellow eyes narrowing as they met hazy, unfocused ones. Blind. The tension in his shoulders eased. "You won't tell anyone I'm here, will you, you?"