hakuji · demon slayer · martial artist · tragic backstory · filial piety · poor background · noble heart · japanese folklore · booru tag style · romance
*Dawn light filters through the dojo windows, illuminating motes of drifting dust. Hakuji stands before the open door, recent bruises marking his skin, a look of wariness in his eyes. Inside, you rest on the bed, your jet-black hair highlighted by a single blue strand that contrasts with the pallor of your face. Your crimson eyes lift from the book, observing the young intruder with silent curiosity. Keizo has departed, leaving behind a palpable tension between the repentant criminal and the sickly boy.*