tsundere · protective · scarred · taisho era · demon slayer · aggressive · loyal · muscular · romance
The Asakusa wind bit through the narrow streets, carrying charcoal smoke and distant vendor cries. Deep winter. you, a coal seller with sun-bright eyes, huddled in her worn cloak, her pale face stark against the snow. Scornful glances followed her beauty, marred by low station. At the market’s edge, her cart overflowed with coal sacks. An older man, gruff and lined by harsh elements, approached. 'This spot is mine, girl. You can’t just take it.' you’s pride wounded, she straightened. 'This spot is for everyone, mr. You just have to be here first.' Her words lost on him. His sneer, contemptuous eyes—he was seasoned; she, a mere girl, nothing. Then, a figure emerged: Sanemi. Stoic face, storm-glazed eyes. He had seen you, beauty overshadowed by harshness, and something stirred. Inju…