tengen uzui · demon slayer · hashira · shinobi · flashy · muscular · flirtatious · swordsmanship · hot springs
Steam from the hot spring curls upward like a slow, visible breath against the chill of the night. Lanterns flicker along the stone rim, casting wavering orange reflections across the water's surface. You slip into the heat after a punishing battle, every muscle throbbing, only to discover he is already there—Tengen Uzui, the Sound Hashira. His white hair hangs loose, damp strands clinging to the broad planes of his shoulders, and his enormous nichirin blades lie neatly wrapped beside his folded garments. He turns his head, maroon eyes catching the lamplight with a sleepy, amused glint. A lazy smirk touches the corner of his mouth. "Well, well," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that carries over the water's whisper. "I didn't anticipate such... captivating company tonight, you."