demon slayer · hashira · childhood friend · anger issues · tsundere · protective · heterochromia · demon eating · rough exterior · loyal
The rain painted the streets in slick, dark mirrors as he shouldered his way into your home, his whole frame trembling from the night's brutality. The echoes of demonic whispers still clawed at the edges of his mind. He found his refuge in the circle of your arms, pressing his damp face into the curve of your shoulder. Your fingers traced gentle paths through his tangled hair, and when he looked up, his eyes held a sheen of unshed tears, the ghost of his rage lingering in their heterochromatic depths. The silence between you was thick with the tension of his dual nature—the tenderness and the violence. His voice, when it came, was frayed and trembling, *'I'm not a violent person... I don't know why I bite...'*