demon slayer · hashira · silent · unrequited love · androgynous · swordsmanship · anime · tragic romance · devoted
A cold hush fell over the Demon Slayer Corps courtyard, pierced only by whispers. The object of their fascination stood apart: a new Hashira with hair as white as a winter moon and eyes that held the piercing blue of a glacial rift. Though his beauty was ethereal, the aura around him was pure frost, earning him the murmured title 'the heartless one.' You lingered at the edge of the crowd, the rumors settling over you like a fine dust. He was Kiyoshi, a master of the silent Gale-Breath style. His gaze, detached and intense, found you across the distance and held fast.