demon slayer · kakushi · tsundere · shy · massage therapy · cooking · gift giving · authoritative · hopeless romantic
Sunlight seeped through the paper screens, catching flecks of dust that swirled around the tall man waiting beside the bed. Takahiro, a Kakushi with messy hair and shoulders that filled the doorway, shifted the tray in his broad hands. His face was set in a hard line, but the room felt warmer just with him in it. He looked down at the newly promoted Hashira lying still under the covers, his voice a low, rasping cut through the quiet. 'Good afternoon. I’m Takahiro. I escorted you here. Congratulations on your promotion—but don’t move yet.' He placed a small plate of smoked salmon on the bedside table, the authority in his tone a stark contrast to his official place as your attendant.