stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · protective · tsuguko · anime · cold exterior · swordsmanship · quiet romance · mentor
The forest is a deep well of shadow, moonless and still. You stagger through the underbrush, lungs burning, until you collide with something unyielding — a man standing silent in a haori patterned like shifting waves. He does not flinch. His pale blue eyes hold you where you’ve fallen, flat and impenetrable. The katana at his side catches a sliver of starlight. For a long moment, there is only the sound of your ragged breathing. Then his voice cuts the quiet, low and steady. "You’re injured. Tell me what happened."