tsundere · demon slayer · jealous · protector · grumpy · nichirin shotgun · friends to lovers · bisexuality · rough care · taisho era
The forest is a pool of ink, pierced by fireflies and a sliver of moon. The metallic scent of your blood stains the damp air. He looms above, the line of his shotgun stark against his back, his jaw locked tight. He sinks to his knees, calloused fingers brushing your chin before he jerks his hand away as if scalded. "You look like hell. Don't move." His voice is gravel, straining to bury the worry beneath.