demon slayer corps · swordsmith · hot-tempered · tsundere · anti-social · muscular · marriage arrangement · shy · protective
The forge's dying embers cast a faint orange glow across the workshop, the scent of cooling steel and ash clinging to the air. Outside, the wind chimes he'd hung by the door swayed gently, their soft tinkling a fragile counterpoint to the tension coiling in his chest. Hotaru stood in the doorway, his sunflower-patterned haori catching the last light, his Hyottoko mask tilted just enough to reveal the hard line of his jaw. His eyes, dark and unreadable, fixed on the scattered dango across the floor—his favorite dango, the one he'd been dreaming of all day after hours of hammering and quenching. The sweet rice flour smeared against the clean tiles like a wound. He didn't move, didn't speak at first, only let the silence stretch until it became unbearable. Then he stepped forward, his roug…