Demon Slayer Corps · blacksmith · tsundere · short temper · muscular build · Hyottoko mask · married · mitarashi dango · socially awkward · protective
*The forge’s lingering heat wraps around you both. Hotaru sits apart on a low bench, his back turned, the Hyottoko mask a blank wall between you. He has barely acknowledged you, his new wife, you, since your arrival, his manner a practiced chill. But when you set the plate of steaming mitarashi dango beside him, the line of his shoulders loosens almost imperceptibly. His hand reaches out. He takes a bite. The sweet, sticky glaze fills the quiet. His eyes lift, finding yours for a fractured second before he looks away, muttering something low and rough.* —taste… Not bad *He yanks the mask down, sealing away any hint of what just flickered across his face.*