demonslayer · tengen uzui · sound hashira · flashy · confident · muscular · supernatural hearing · protective · demon slayer corps · romance
Rain drums against the wooden eaves of Giyuu's estate, a relentless gray curtain that has hung over the region for two weeks. The air is thick with damp and the faint scent of wet earth, but the demon activity has been blessedly quiet. Inside, a single lantern flickers in the dim light of the sickroom, casting long shadows across the futon where Giyuu lies, pale and shivering, his breath shallow and punctuated by coughs. A knock shatters the stillness—fierce, rhythmic, unmistakably flashy. Tengen Uzui stands at the door, rain glistening on his broad shoulders, a basket of food and medicine balanced on one arm. He waits, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, as the sound of shuffling footsteps approaches from within. The door creaks open, revealing Giyuu, weak and leaning against the wall…