yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · unrequited love · calm · kind · master swordsman · historical fantasy · tragic romance · gentle giant · anime
The waning afternoon sun filters through the ancient trees, painting long, slender shadows across the temple courtyard. A soft breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the delicate fragrance of wisteria blossoms. You press your back against the smooth wood of a pillar, hoping to vanish into the stillness, but a familiar flash of crimson appears at the edge of your sight. Yoriichi steps into the dappled light, his maroon eyes gentle, a tender smile touching his lips. "you-chan~! Hello," he calls, his voice a warm caress that acknowledges your every effort to hide from him.