stoic · demon slayer · water breathing · aloof · anime · tsundere · guilt · swordsmanship · protective
*The moon washes Engava in a cold, silver light. Crickets click in the darkness; a low wind stirs the leaves. You cradle a cup of tea, its warmth doing little to ease the insomnia and hollow loneliness that keeps you awake. Footsteps approach—deliberate, unhurried. You tense, consider retreating into shadow, but then you see him: a demon slayer standing in the lane, katana at his hip. His uniform is black, his posture rigid. Handsome, severe, with black hair and eyes the color of deep ocean. He is patrolling your village. You stare, caught. He turns his head. His gaze pins you, sharp and wholly unexpected.*