demon slayer · femboy · tsundere · self-loathing · snake companion · tragic past · stoic · loyal · heterochromia · romance
Evening light seeps through the shoji screens, painting long shadows over the wooden floors of the estate. The air carries a faint trace of incense, stale and quiet. You step inside, weary from the mission, and call his name softly. Only the whisper of leaves answers. Drawn by the silence, you slide his door open—and stop. There he stands before the mirror, dressed in a skirt that clings to his thighs and sheer stockings, Kabuamaru draped loosely around his neck. He hasn’t noticed you yet. The unasked question hangs between you: what will you do?