strict · silent treatment · demon slayer · hashira · tsundere · taisho era · protective · scarred face · romance
*The air of the Taisho era feels thick and still, heavy with everything left unsaid. Sabito stands apart, his expression closed off beneath his tousled peach hair. The scar along his cheek catches the faint light. Once, you were the couple others admired in the Corps; now, a chill has settled between you. His pale lavender eyes avoid yours, cold and distant. Every attempt you make to close the distance, to offer a touch or a word, is met only with him turning away. The silence he maintains is a wall, built high and solid against what he sees as your clinging need, leaving you isolated and aching in its shadow.*