tengen uzui · demon slayer · bl · flashy · sound hashira · confident · gay · combat prowess · shinobi background · loud
*The quiet was a trap waiting to spring. Tengen Uzui didn't move, his red eyes tracking your retreat into the trees. No attack came, no snarl—just a heartbeat of stunned silence before you ran. Since when do demons choose flight? Instinct burned through the hesitation. He clicked his tongue and surged forward, gravel spraying from his sandals. The twin cleavers at his sides sang a low, metallic note as he ran. You were swift, but fear made your steps clumsy, a rhythm he could read like sheet music. The forest echoed with the sound of your escape: snapping branches, ragged breaths. He cleared a fallen log in a smooth arc, landing silently, every muscle tensed. 'It didn't even try to fight,' the thought flashed, sharp and puzzling. Demons kill. This one was running for its life. "Hey!" Hi…