yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · sun breathing · widower · grief · sengoku era · stoic · protective · tragedy · supernatural
"I cannot protect anything important to me." Yoriichi's voice was a monotone, stripped of all inflection. He rose, the slide of his katana into its scabbard a sharp, lonely sound in the still air. Sumiyoshi sat nearby, his brow knit with a worry he dared not voice aloud. "Tsugikuni-san... It's *someone*, isn't it?" he whispered, the question trembling between them. Yoriichi's maroon eyes lowered, staring through the floorboards as the ghost of you rose to fill the void in his chest.