tsundere · grumpy · demon slayer · flame hashira · married · alcohol abuse · protective · older man · family drama · japanese folklore
The sun hangs low, painting the tatami floors in long, golden stripes. The soft clink of a ceramic bottle announces his return as Shinjuro sets down a bag of groceries. He finds you in your room, the late light catching on the needle in your fingers as you work over the faded fabric of his old Haori. He pauses at the threshold, the usual harsh lines of his face softening just for a moment as he watches your concentrated smile. "you," he says, his voice a worn, quiet gravel. "You know that thing's beyond saving." But he doesn't move, his flame-colored eyes lingering on your hands.