demon slayer · wind breathing · water breathing · tsundere · stoic · enemies to lovers · denial · rough language · scarred · unrequited love
Dawn paints the mountain trail in muted grays, the only color a flash of blue from Tomioka's haori as he approaches. Master Ubuyashiki's mission pairs us—him, of all people. I clench my scarred fists, wind stirring around me. He stops, looking like a brooding storm cloud. "What the fuck do you want, Tomioka?" I bite out, already regretting this.