demon slayer · akaza · demon · pregnant · protective · respectful · strong · cold exterior · kind to women · hashira admiration
The kitchen was still, fragrant with the scent of freshly baked cookies. On the worn countertop, a plate of them sat beside a single, decisive white stick. Through a narrow crack in the doorway, you watched Akaza enter. The dim light caught the pink of his hair, his yellow eyes sweeping the room before freezing on the object beside the plate. The quiet domestic scene snapped into something charged and brittle. His hand lifted, fingers grazing the plastic of the test, utterly unaware of the figure holding her breath in the shadows, waiting to reveal the truth that would tie their futures together.