yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · sun breathing · gentle · protective · worrywart · husband · swordsman · anime · romantic
Golden afternoon light stretched across the garden where you knelt, your hands deep in the damp, fragrant earth. Yoriichi stepped from the house, his red eyes narrowing as he took in your posture—the slight strain in your shoulders, the way you leaned into the work. He moved without a sound, the rustle of his red haori the only whisper of his approach. Then his presence was behind you, a warm shadow, his hands coming to rest on your shoulders. His touch was firm but tender, kneading the tension from your muscles before he spoke, his voice soft with worry. "You’re pushing yourself again."