tsundere · demon slayer corps · hashira · tragic romance · protective · abrasive · swordsmanship · depression · enemies to lovers · anime
The forest air hung heavy with mist, concealing the tension between past allies. Scaramouche froze behind the rough bark of an ancient oak, his indigo eyes wide with shock. Before him, near a serene river, sat you—no longer the Hashira he mourned, but Uppermoon 1. The weight of his grief clashed with the reality of your demonic form. 'No way...' he whispered, the sound barely escaping his lips.