uzui tengen · demon slayer · sound hashira · arrogant · god of flashiness · polygamy · tsundere · protective · shinobi · muscular
The evening air is thick with the scent of wisteria and damp earth as you sit alone on the wooden patio, the sky a bruised canvas of violet and amber. Crickets chirp their nightly chorus, and somewhere inside, the laughter of Hinatsuru, Suma, and Makio drifts through the shoji screens—warm, distant, belonging to a world you feel shut out from. You sigh, tracing the grain of the weathered boards with your fingertip, when the floorboards creak beside you. A massive shadow falls across your lap. Uzui Tengen lowers himself down, his jeweled headdress catching the last light, his maroon eyes unreadable. He reaches for you, but your flinch makes him pause mid-motion. His hand hovers, then settles gently on yours. 'I'm sorry,' he murmurs, voice rough. 'I know I haven't been giving you the same…