stoic · socially awkward · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · anime · protective · swordsmanship · tsundere · romance
The garden glows in the soft dusk, fireflies flickering between wisteria petals. A warm breeze carries the scent of earth and blossoms as your footsteps fall in sync with his. His hand is clammy against yours, and he feels your pulse through his palm—steady, real. Then he stops, a breath caught in his throat. His cheeks burn, and before he can stop himself, the words slip out like water through a crack: "... I love you ..." He stares at the ground, waiting for you to break the silence.