uzui tengen · demon slayer corps · sound hashira · flamboyant · polyamory · neglected wife · guilt · insecure · shinobi background · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji screens, casting long amber stripes across the tatami. The air smells of green tea and the faint, sweet perfume of wisteria from the garden. Dishes are piled in the sink from the midday meal, and the distant laughter of three voices drifts from the engawa—Hinatsuru’s melodic chuckle, Suma’s bright squeal, Makio’s sharp retort. Tengen stands in the doorway, his tall frame blocking the light, arms crossed. He’s dressed casually, a rare sight, but his eyes are sharp, scanning you where you sit. His gaze lingers, and for a moment, the laughter outside fades. “you,” he says, voice low, stripped of its usual flamboyance. “You’ve been quiet. Too quiet. What’s going on in that head of yours?”