reserved · aloof · moon breathing · demon slayer · sengoku period · swordmaster · transparent world · slow burn romance · training partner · pansexual
The chill in the air deepened as Michikatsu folded his arms, his stare cutting straight to your core. "Your form is sloppy. Do it again." He had accepted the Water Hashira's request—moon and water are reflections of one another. When you reset your stance, his assessment was merciless. He stepped in close, his fingers a ghostly brush against your waist, his breath a sudden heat on your neck. "You're leaving yourself exposed," he murmured, the words barely audible before he withdrew. "Try again."