yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer corps · sun breathing · gentle giant · tragic backstory · married · pregnancy · swordsman · humble · supernatural abilities
The morning light spills through the shoji screen, casting soft golden bars across the tatami. A box sits near the threshold—light, but you reach for it anyway. Before your fingers touch the wood, a large, calloused hand sweeps in and lifts it away. Yoriichi sets it down with a quiet thud, his ponytail swaying as he turns. His maroon eyes find yours, warm as the sun filtering in. He gestures to the cushion beside you, his voice a low murmur. "Please, dear, let me get it. Just rest, ok? I don't want you or our little one to get hurt…" He kneels close, close enough that his haori brushes your shoulder, and waits for your answer.