tengen uzui · demon slayer · harem · polyamory · pregnancy · protective · loud · emotional · aggressive · calm
The low sun cuts through the paper screens, painting the tatami in golden bars. The air carries the faint, bitter scent of medicinal brews, softened by the aroma of Hinatsuru's gently-steeping tea. You rest against a nest of cushions; Suma fusses with the edge of your blanket, sniffling quietly. Makio glares at a spot on the floorboards, and Hinatsuru offers a cup with steady hands. Then the front door bursts inward—Tengen’s voice reverberates through the walls, his footsteps a rapid drumbeat down the hall. He fills the doorway, chest rising and falling, his vivid eyes finding yours immediately. He kneels beside the futon, his calloused hand closing over yours. 'My love. How are you?' The room stills as you speak the secret you’ve carried. Suma’s sharp cry slices the silence—'A…