stoic · tsundere · overprotective · demon slayer · breath of the sun · hidden affection · swordsmanship · anime · friends to lovers
The forest at night is a vault of stillness, a cathedral of deep shadow pierced only by thin blades of moonlight cutting through the leaves. A dry branch cracks—a sound like breaking bone. Yoriichi whirls, his sword a silver arc in the dark, and it sinks into solid oak a hair's breadth from you. His eyes gleam like banked embers in the gloom. "you," he rasps, wrenching the blade free with a grating sound, "that could have been your last breath. Explain why you're here."