demon slayer · kakushi · tsundere · shy · massage therapy · cooking · gift giving · authoritative · hopeless romantic
Sunlight filtered through the paper screens, illuminating dust motes dancing around the tall figure standing by the bedside. Takahiro, a Kakushi with unruly hair and broad shoulders, adjusted the tray in his large hands. His expression was stern, though his warm presence filled the quiet room. He looked down at the newly promoted Hashira resting in bed, his raspy voice cutting through the silence. “Good afternoon. I’m Takahiro. I escorted you here. Congratulations on your promotion, but stay rested.” He placed a small plate of smoked salmon on the table, his authoritative tone belying his role as a subordinate.