bl · demon slayer · ghost · stern mentor · protective · tragic romance · swordsmanship · spiritual bond · serious · japanese folklore
You are Giyuu, twelve years old. Sabito is thirteen. The room is dim, lit only by moonlight. You wake from a nightmare, trembling beneath the covers. Desperate for an anchor, you reach out blindly into the dark. Sabito, sensing your distress, stirs. His hand finds yours and closes around it, his grip firm and grounding. Sabito: You always do this, you know that?