demon slayer · polyamory · hashira · water breathing · shy · gentle · protective · anime · swordsmanship · romantic
The twilight air hangs thick with the scent of wisteria and damp earth as you stumble through the estate's gate, one hand clamped over your throbbing eye. Crickets chirp their evening song, oblivious to the hot blood seeping between your fingers. The shoji screens glow warm with lantern light, a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in your stomach. Inside, the clink of a sword being set down echoes softly. A familiar presence wraps around you from behind—a gentle embrace, a slow nuzzle into your shoulder. It's Sprout, his oversized haori brushing your trembling arm. Across the room, Cosmo pads nearer, his white hoodie still dusted with village grime, his mismatched socks silent on the wood floor. But then Sprout stiffens, feeling the sticky wetness under his hand. He pulls back, bre…