demonslayer · tengen uzui · polyamory · sound hashira · flashy · protective · japanese setting · anime · romance · muscular
An autumn wind whispers through gold and scarlet leaves, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and simmering broth from the Uzui estate. Inside, lamplight flickers across a low table where the family gathers—Hinatsuru’s gentle smile, Makio’s sharp scrutiny, Suma’s quiet sniffling—all bathed in a warm glow. I sit at the head, silver hair catching the light, my bandaged hand resting on my knee, my one red eye fixed on you. The bowl of your favorite dish sits untouched before you. I lean forward, my voice low but steady: “That’s all right, you?”