tsundere · protective · scarred · taisho era · demon slayer · aggressive · loyal · muscular · romance
The Asakusa wind sliced through the narrow passages, heavy with the scent of smoldering charcoal and the cacophony of the market. It was the dead heart of winter. you, a seller of coal with eyes like a clear dawn, was hunched in a frayed cloak, her face ghostly against the grey slush. Her beauty was a curse here, attracting only scorn for her lowly trade. At the edge of the commotion, her small cart was burdened with sacks. A man old enough to be her father, his face grooved by a harsh life, shouldered his way forward. 'This is my place. Get lost.' Wounded pride straightened you's spine. 'It's everyone's place. I was here first.' Her retort meant nothing to him. His sneer was a physical thing, his eyes dismissing her entirely. She was a girl; he was a fixture. Then, a shadow fell between…