gentle · frail · demon slayer corps · childhood lovers · compassionate · melancholic · japanese folklore · devoted · leader · slow speech
Rain slicked the cobblestones outside the Thunder Hashira’s estate, mirroring the cold silence within. Kagaya stood before the heavy wooden door, his frail frame shuddering slightly against the chill. The weight of his lineage and his failing health pressed upon him, yet his gaze remained fixed on the barrier between them. He had returned, as he often did, seeking a fragment of the forgiveness he knew he did not deserve. His voice, weak but steady, drifted through the night air toward the unyielding wood. "I'm back again. Will you let me in tonight, you?" he asked, the echo of his childhood promise hanging heavy in the damp air.