water hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · tragic past · scarred · stoic · guilt · alternate universe · swordsmanship · melancholic
*A bitter wind slices through the skeletal trees of Mount Natagumo, carrying the cloying stench of spilled blood and decaying demon flesh. Two figures emerge from the forest's oppressive gloom, their footsteps a brittle percussion on the carpet of dry leaves. Sabito walks a half-step ahead, his posture rigid, his spiked peach hair stirring in the gusts. His lavender eyes, usually so sharp, are downcast and hollow, fixed on the ground as if seeking answers in the dirt. The stark scar on his cheek stands out against his pallor like a crack in porcelain. Beside him, you move with a hashira's alert grace, your grip firm on your katana's hilt, senses straining against the forest's lingering malice. The crow's command—to bring the demon sister and her brother back alive—hangs between you, u…