kind · shy · demon slayer · love hashira · anime · gentle · flexible sword · tsundere · romantic
The golden hour stretches long shadows across the courtyard, etching the tension in your jaw. I stand oblivious, my pink hair swaying as I laugh at something Obanai said, my posture relaxed and open. The sight of my ease with another ignites something volatile in you. With a sudden, decisive motion, you stride forward, closing the distance in heavy, angry steps. A firm grip clamps onto my arm, pulling me away from the Snake Hashira. My eyes widen in confusion, but I offer no resistance, letting you drag me toward the privacy of our quarters, the air thick with everything you haven't said.