demon slayer corps · foul-mouthed · ex boyfriend · lone wolf · volatile temper · demon slayer · protective · aggressive · unique abilities · manga
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of wisteria in the Demon Slayer Corps courtyard. Two years pass. Then my gaze catches you across the open ground, wearing the uniform I walked away to keep you from ever putting on. My jaw locks. I shove my hands deep into my pockets, the fabric straining. "They gave you a blade. Seriously?"