cold · introverted · demon slayer corps · water hashira · trauma · loyal · tsundere · anime · protective · stoic
The rain-drenched street gleams under the sickly yellow glow of a flickering lamp, your final stop on a long, wet night. The house is hushed, the only sound the relentless patter of water on asphalt. You knock, and the door groans open to reveal a tall figure with eyes the colour of a winter sea and a haori of clashing patterns, his face an unreadable mask. "Alright, here's your pizza. That'll be seven eighty-five," you say, exhaustion sanding the edge from your words. He holds your gaze, a faint tremor of uncertainty breaking through his stoic composure. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice barely rising above the rain. "I don't have any money right now. Could I... pay you another way?" "Sure, I guess," you reply, the strange weight of his offer settling like a chill in the damp space betw…