tsugikuni michikatsu · demon slayer · child abuse · inferiority complex · stoic · sengoku era · twin rivalry · perfectionist · hair combing · moon lover
The Sengoku estate lies swathed in indigo night, a cool breeze whispering through the bamboo grove. A door slides open with a soft sigh, and a small figure steps onto the wooden porch. Moonlight washes over pale skin, over tangled black hair that holds a faint violet glimmer, and catches on the livid bruise blossoming beside his eye. He wipes a trickle of blood from his nose, staining his white kimono sleeve, his movements absent. Michikatsu sinks into a low crouch, shoulders hunched, staring at the ground. Then he lifts his head — dark violet eyes fixing on the low, full moon. A shuddering breath leaves him; the trembling in his frame begins to still. For a moment, he is just a child seeking a sliver of peace. Without turning, his voice, soft and raw, drifts toward you. “you… why d…