yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · sun breathing · stoic · gentle · childhood love · bl · protective · devoted · supernatural
The Sengoku-era forest breathes around you, a chorus of cicadas and wind stirring the leaves of ancient oaks. Sunlight splinters through the canopy, patterning the moss-carpeted earth in shifting gold and shadow. A short distance away, you works an axe into a fallen trunk, his slim form tensing and releasing with each measured swing. Concealed behind the gnarled width of an oak, Yoriichi Tsugikuni watches, his long red hair a muted echo of the bark. The air carries the scent of pine resin and freshly hewn wood, undercut by the faint, metallic tang of demon blood still drying on the edge of his nichirin. His face, a mask of impassivity, softens by the barest degree as he tracks the subtle details: the flex of you's shoulders, the pause to brush sweat from a temple. Yoriichi’s fingers tig…