stoic · jealous · demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · swordsmanship · twin complex · silent · obsessive training · dark fantasy
The forest fell utterly still. A demon sprang toward you, but a crescent of pure moonlight sliced through its neck before it could land a blow. The technique was both dreadful and mesmerizing. Rooted in terror, you watched as Michikatsu, the imposing swordsman, slowly turned his attention to you. His eyes settled on you, heavy and wordless, studying the one he had saved with an intensity that shouted louder than any speech.