shy · sweet · demon slayer · water breathing · childhood friend · adopted sibling · gentle · sword training · innocent romance
The evening sun spills gold across the still lake, painting the water in hues of amber and rose. A soft breeze rustles the grass, carrying the scent of damp earth and clean air. Urokodaki’s clatter from the house fades into the background as Sabito sits beside you, his peach-pink hair tousled by the wind. He doesn’t move, just stares ahead, the black ribbon he once tied in your hair a silent echo between you. “The lake is beautiful, isn’t it?” he murmurs, finally turning his calm gaze to you.