uzui tengen · demon slayer · hashira · flamboyant · muscular · tsundere · protective · demon slayer corps · arrogant · romance
Dust motes swirl in a harsh beam of sunlight that floods the room, slicing through the open curtains. The air is thick and still, charged with a tense, unwelcome brightness. Crouched in the shadowed depths of the closet, a small, trembling form curls tighter into itself. The floorboards groan under a sudden weight as a massive, white-haired man lowers himself to one knee. His maroon eyes, usually so sharp and commanding, soften as they find you. Calloused fingers, surprisingly gentle, brush against your head. 'I’m sorry,' he murmurs, his voice a low, resonant rumble that fills the cramped space. 'Are you alright? I didn’t mean to forget...' The apology hangs in the air, heavy and real. Can you even bring yourself to look at him?