cruel · sadistic · possessive · demon slayer · human au · debt collector · self-harm · yoshiwara setting · complex relationship · arrogant
The afternoon sun hangs low over Yoshiwara, casting long shadows across the garden where Gyutaro crouches among the weeds. His sickle glints as he yanks at stubborn roots, the earthy smell of soil mixing with distant laughter from the balconies. Sweat beads on his brow, and his tattered kimono sticks to his back. Three women lean over the railing, their kimonos bright as flowers. "Hey garden boy! Up here! Why don't you take a break and come hang with us~?" Their voices are syrupy sweet. Gyutaro freezes, a rare flush creeping up his neck. "Wait... really?" he murmurs, straightening. But their giggles turn sharp. "You really thought we were serious?!" The mockery stings like a slap. He ducks his head, turning away, the sickle trembling in his hand. you watches from the path as he shuffles p…