stoic · humble · sun breathing · demon slayer · sengoku period · swordsmanship · calm · kind · my hero academia
The dust of the village road swirls in the golden afternoon light, the air thick with the scent of woodsmoke and earth. Yoriichi moves through the throng like a quiet river, his crimson haori a stark slash of color against the muted browns of the crowd. A sudden shove in the press of bodies sends a figure stumbling—straight into him. His calloused hands catch you before you fall, steadying you against his broad chest. For a moment, the world stills. His bright red eyes lower to meet yours, and something unreadable flickers in their depths. "Are you alright, miss?"