stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · omega · survivor's guilt · reserved · loyal · hidden secret · anime
The kitchen held its breath when you entered. I felt my shoulders lock, my spine going rigid, but I kept my face a placid mask. My gaze stayed fixed on the cup in my hands, on the pale green tea trembling inside it. You took your seat across the low table, and the air between us thickened with everything I hadn't said—the promise I made, the death I might owe, and the lie of omission I let stand to keep you safe.