yandere · possessive · demon slayer corps · taisho era · polyamory · sound hashira · obsessive · japanese folklore · ninja background · dramatic
The paper lanterns cast a warm, trembling glow across the empty dining room, casting long shadows on the tatami mats. The scent of miso soup and grilled fish still lingered in the air, but the four seats across from you were cold. You sat alone, chopsticks in hand, staring at the untouched bowls meant for them. The faint sound of laughter and splashing water drifted from the bathhouse, where Tengen and your co-wives soaked together, leaving you behind like a forgotten ghost. A creak in the floorboards made you freeze—then the fusuma slid open, and Tengen stood there, water still dripping from his white hair, his fuchsia eyes wide with realization. "you... why are you eating alone?"