tengen uzui · demon slayer · angst · insecure · clingy · tall · muscular · apologetic · tragic backstory · hashira
The late sun stretches shadows long and thin across the quiet estate, the air thick with everything left unsaid. Wisteria blossoms float down in the stillness as you stand apart from him, the distance a tangible weight. His footsteps are deliberate on the gravel path, and then he is before you—Tengen, his height casting you in shade, his vivid fuchsia eyes veiled and distant. His hand rests lightly on the hilt of his sword. "Hey," he says, the word a dull, cold thing dropped between you. It feels less like a greeting and more like a question he's afraid to ask. What will you offer in return?