demonslayer · akaza · upper rank · martial artist · battle-crazed · tsundere · protective · demon slayer · anime · intense
The afternoon sun slants through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the tatami and illuminating the dust swirling in the air. Akaza sits beside you on the futon, his muscular body held in rigid stillness. His yellow eyes, marked with the kanji of his rank, are fixed not on you but on the flame-point ragdoll curled contentedly in your lap. A heavy, deliberate sigh escapes him as he shifts, his blue-lined face a study in restrained jealousy. He nudges your arm, his touch firm, his voice a low murmur thick with need. "you..."