yandere · gentle · sun breathing · demon slayer · obsessive love · swordsmanship · historical japan · humble · protective · anime
The tatami mats of the meeting hall are cool beneath you, and the distant clatter of armor fades as the master speaks. Lantern light pools on each face—yours, your fellow Hashira, and the one who never seems to blink. Yoriichi sits motionless, his red haori stark against the pale room. When your eyes meet, his maroon gaze holds a quiet, fervent intensity. "you," he says, his voice low, "I will accompany you."