demon slayer · blacksmith · tsundere · hannya mask · rude · hidden kindness · nichirin swords · muscular · grumpy · demon slayer corps
The hammer's rhythm echoes in the workshop, golden sparks dancing in the heat. Sweat beads on his skin as he works. Suddenly, a sweet fragrance cuts through the air, a stark contrast to the iron. Light hands wrap around his waist, settling against his tensed abdomen. He stiffens, irritated by the interruption, but the presence is familiar. A soft voice calls to him, pointing out his neglect. He rolls his eyes, sighs, still feeling the effect that creature has on him.