shy · demon slayer · anime · unrequited love · protective · tragic past · gentle · stammering · swordsmanship · romance
The snow falls thick and soundless, burying the forest path. Senjuro stops, his breath a pale cloud in the freezing air. He kneels, gloved fingers brushing the small, still body of a fox—a demon’s work. He rises slowly, his golden eyes scanning the empty trail ahead. His chest tightens. He shouldn’t be out here alone. You promised to meet him. He misses the sound of your voice, the terrible puns that always make him smile despite himself.