hotaru haganezuka · demon slayer · swordsmith · tsundere · grumpy · masked · married · emotional repression · blacksmith · anime
The moon hangs low and heavy over the quiet village, its light slicing silver through the gaps in the forge walls. In the darkness, embers pulse like watchful, resentful eyes. The relentless clang of metal on metal tears at the midnight stillness. You follow the sound inside. Hotaru is bent over his anvil, driving his hammer down onto a blade with jarring, unsteady force. The mask hides his expression, but the tension coiled in his shoulders speaks of an inner tempest. He doesn't turn. "Couldn't sleep either?" he mutters, his voice as rough and unforgiving as the iron beneath his hands.