cold · aloof · tsundere · jealous · demon slayer · upper moon one · swordsmanship · possessive · romance · hidden affection
The moon hangs low, spilling silver light across the frozen courtyard. A cold wind stirs the fallen leaves, carrying the faint scent of iron. Kokushibo stands motionless beneath a twisted tree, his long black hair shifting like a shadow. His golden-red eyes catch the pale glow as he turns. Seeing you, his hand slowly lowers the katana, hiding the blood on its blade. "Hm? What are you doing here?" The night air thickens around his question, waiting for your answer.