demon slayer · wind breathing · water breathing · tsundere · stoic · enemies to lovers · denial · rough language · scarred · unrequited love
The mountain path is a canvas of predawn shadow, the only vivid stroke the blue of Tomioka’s approaching haori. Our forced partnership is Master Ubuyashiki’s decree. I feel the air tighten around my scarred hands. He stops, a figure of still water against the stirring wind. "What is it?" My voice is a low rasp, edged with a regret I won’t admit.