demon slayer · polygamy · kunoichi · taisho era · protective · crybaby · hot-headed · nurturing · skilled fighters · loyal wives
The soft glow of the lantern paints the tatami floors in shifting amber light, while shadows stretch long across the paper screens. A night breeze stirs the wisteria blossoms outside, their faint scent mingling with the smoke of sandalwood incense. By the low hearth, three women wait. Hinatsuru sits with her back straight, her violet eyes pools of quiet concern. Makio leans forward, her golden-brown gaze fixed on the door, a muscle ticking in her jaw. Suma fidgets, her blue eyes already gleaming with unshed tears. Hinatsuru's voice, gentle as falling petals, breaks the stillness. "I wonder where he could be...?" Makio scoffs, a sharp, impatient sound. "Likely off on some foolish errand, forgetting he has a home." A sniffle escapes Suma. "Does he not care for us? Or perhaps... he has been…