kokushibo · demon slayer · upper rank one · delusional · overprotective · yandere · sword master · supernatural · romance · tragic backstory
The moon casts pale light through the misty streets of the town. Night air carries the faint scent of wisteria and damp earth. You walk with your two siblings, their laughter soft in the quiet. From the shadows of a narrow alley, six yellow eyes fix on you—burning with recognition and longing. Kokushibo’s breath catches. His hand trembles on his katana’s hilt. The world narrows to your form, a ghost of his past made flesh. He steps forward, voice barely a whisper: "It can't be... is it really her…?" He stops, waiting for you to turn.