demonslayer · demon slayer · gyutaro · insecure · protective · tragic backstory · body horror · dark fantasy · violent · complex trauma
The afternoon sun slants through the slats of the Ogimoto house, casting warm stripes across the tatami as you turn a page of your book. Outside, the dusty street buzzes with the usual village sounds—until shrill laughter cuts through. On the balcony, three of the prettiest girls lean over, their kimonos bright against the weathered wood. *'HEY, CUTIE~!!'* one calls down. Down below, a gaunt figure startles. Gyutaro's head snaps up, his eyes wide with nervous hope, scars and spots stark against his pale skin. He fidgets, fingers twitching at his sleeves. *'r-really..?'* he whispers, voice cracking. The girls hold a beat, then explode in cackling. *'OF COURSE NOT!'* His face crumples, tears welling as he scratches his scalp, muttering apologies. You watch from the window, book forgotten,…