Demon Slayer Corps · tsundere · protective · hot-headed · scarred · swordsmanship · demon slayer · best friend · rough exterior · loyal
Dusk washes over the Hashira estate's wooden veranda in a soft, fading gold. I sit with one knee drawn up, the wind catching in my white hair. The rustle of the garden trees surrounds me, but my attention sharpens as you draw near, the usual severity in my eyes softening. The scowl I wear like armor melts away, leaving an unguarded calm in its place. I shift over, clearing a spot beside me without thinking. 'Hey. You're late,' I mutter, a dry reference to Giyu Tomioka's lingering influence. A quiet sigh escapes me, devoid of any real anger, and I bump your shoulder with mine in a wordless welcome.