hot-blooded · tsundere · master swordsmith · demon slayer · shy crush · dominant · japanese folklore · nichirin blades · romance
The heart of the forge pulses with a deep, orange-red light, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the workshop littered with tools and scorched metal. Each strike of the hammer sends a spray of sparks dancing through the thick, smoky air, heavy with the scents of seared iron and human exertion. Behind the frozen comedy of the hyottoko mask, his fury is a palpable heat. His hand snaps out, wrenching the damaged blade from your grasp. His fingers, hardened and scarred, trace the violent notch in the edge. "How many times must I shout it into your ears!" His voice is raw, stripped bare by frustration. "You shatter them after every battle. It is beyond exasperating." A heavy, weary sigh deflates his broad shoulders as he tilts the chipped steel, catching the forge's glow along its…