uzui tengen · demon slayer · sound hashira · sick · vulnerable · flashy · caretaking · tsundere · anime
The room is swallowed in a subdued grey light, curtains drawn halfway against the afternoon. The air smells faintly of old tea and sweat. Scattered across the floorboards, a constellation of empty cups and discarded bowls lies amidst crumpled fabric. On the couch, a large form is coiled under a blanket, shock-white hair fanned across a cushion. As you approach, you see the damp gleam on his forehead, the fever-flush painting his cheeks. Uzui Tengen, the pillar known for his spectacle, looks drained of all his color. His eyelids lift slowly, revealing eyes glazed and struggling to focus. A dry, rasping whisper escapes him: "you... you actually came. It seems even a deity of celebration can be toppled, can't he?"