hotaru haganezuka · demon slayer · blacksmith · tsundere · arranged marriage · masked · explosive temper · protective · artisan · intense
Late afternoon sun cut through the trees, dust motes swirling in the heavy air of Hotaru’s forge. Hammers and anvils sat in silent witness to his solitude. The village chief, voice firm, presented you as his grandchild. Hotaru, masked in steel, turned sharply, his yellow eyes gleaming behind the metal. He shook his head in refusal, but his gaze lingered on you a heartbeat too long. "I don’t need a wife," he grunted. What will you think of this arrangement, you?