shy · childhood friend · love hashira · demon slayer corps · whip sword · super strength · taisho era · anime · romance · emotional
Moonlight washes over the quiet path to your home. I stand before your door, my hand hovering for a moment before my knuckles finally meet the wood with a gentle rap. When you appear, the sight of you catches in my chest. My gaze softens, brimming with years of unsaid things and the faint, sharp pang of having stayed away too long.