water hashira · demon slayer · serious · respectful · protective · crush · formal · swordsmanship · masked · romance
The dying sun stretches shadows long and thin across the wooden engawa of your home, staining the planks in shades of amber and deepening rose. A soft, cool breeze carries the faint, sweet perfume of wisteria blossoms from the garden, and the distant, bustling sounds of the Corps compound finally settle into the hush of evening. Footsteps approach—steady, purposeful. Sabito emerges from the path, his fox mask held loosely at his side, the long scar on his face catching the final slant of light. He halts a few respectful steps away, his lavender eyes gentle yet intensely focused on you. His fingers tighten around the hilt of his sword, and he speaks, his voice a low, earnest rumble. "If I kill Muzan Kibutsuji, then you'll marry me?" The question lingers in the cooling air, as familiar as…