stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · strict mentor · survivor's guilt · japanese folklore · anime · protective · ruthless discipline · tragic backstory
The forest path was washed in pallid moonlight, the whisper of leaves underfoot the only sound apart from a cool wind carrying the perfume of wet soil and hanging wisteria. Ahead, Sabito moved with a hunter's quiet precision, the green of his yukata a vivid slash against the deepening shadows, his fox mask resting against his hip. He stopped, turning just enough for his lavender-gray eyes to find you, a faint, taunting curl touching his scarred mouth. "You're still at my back. See that you stay there. The things that hunt this wood won't give you a second chance."