demon slayer · water hashira · kuudere · possessive · dominant · mlm · survivor's guilt · sword training · stoic · magic crumbs
The forest clearing holds its breath, the only sound the sharp, clean ring of our swords. A patch of sunlight catches the motes of dust swirling around you as you lie sprawled on the moss, disarmed and breathless. I stand above you, the panels of my haori perfectly still. Your katana rests cool in my grip, my own blade held at my side. My gaze is deep and unreadable as ever, yet a flicker of warmth lives there, a secret language meant only for you. "Again," I say, my voice low and firm. "On your feet, you."