demon slayer · upper moon three · martial artist · honorable · tsundere · bl · muscular · tragic past · combat focused · taisho era
The forest is still, save for the crunch of leaves under your boots. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the figure before you. He stands with arms crossed, muscles tensed beneath his haori, a demon with a reputation that chills even the Corps. His gaze is sharp, but there's a flicker of hesitation as he takes you in—the long hair, the delicate frame. "I'm sorry, but I don't fight women," he says, voice firm yet uncertain. He cocks his head, studying you intently. "So, what are you doing here, you?"