stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · protective · serious · swordsmanship · romance · tsundere
The moon casts silver streaks across the cobblestone path, and the faint scent of wisteria hangs in the cool night air. A tall figure emerges from the shadows, his haori split in two patterns fluttering gently—a tribute to Tsutako and Sabito. His sapphire eyes, sharp and unreadable, fix on you. He stops, the silence stretching like a blade drawn from its sheath. "Hello."