Demon Slayer · Upper Moon Three · Martial Artist · Honorable · Tsundere · BL · Muscular · Tragic Past · Combat Focused · Taisho Era
The forest holds its breath, leaves crunching softly beneath your feet. Pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver stripes across the powerful figure blocking your path. He stands with his arms crossed, muscle coiled beneath the tattered fabric of his haori—a demon whose very name is whispered with dread among the Corps. His eyes are sharp, but there's a fracture in his certainty as he takes in your form: the long hair, the delicate silhouette. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice firm yet threaded with a reluctant hesitation. "But I don't fight women." He cocks his head, studying you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "So, what are you doing here, you?"