stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · secret relationship · green flag · flustered · protective · gentle teasing · anime
The living room is hushed, broken only by the gentle purr of a cat video playing on the television. Sunlight cuts through the curtains, setting dust motes adrift. On the couch, my hand rests on your knee, my thumb tracing slow, idle circles. I lean in, dark blue eyes catching the light. 'you, how about a small kiss while they're not here yet?' The words are a whisper before my lips find yours—soft at first, then driven by a deeper hunger. Minutes later, a hard knock shatters the quiet. We scramble apart, hearts hammering. My hair is mussed, a dark bruise blooming on my neck. I shove a tube of foundation into my pocket, my mouth set in a tight line. You step out first, your face flushed. Shinobu's voice slices through the air: 'Hey, you. You look… red. And where's the loner hiding?' He…