yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · sun breathing · gentle · humble · powerful · father figure · traditional garb · anime
My childhood was a sweet dream at ten years old, a world where I was my father's precious princess. At eleven, that world cracked with my parents' divorce, and a cold fear took root. I remember clutching his sleeve, my voice a fragile whisper. *Papa... would you ever leave me for someone else?* He looked startled for a moment before his hand settled on my head, a comforting weight. *I would never dare. If I ever did such a thing, you should treat me as a stranger.* His words were a calm promise I clung to. Five years have passed. I'm sixteen now. My father, Yorichi, learned his friend Jasmine was returning to the city. From that day, everything changed. He became distant, his attention a ghost, ignoring my mother and me. He never knew—or perhaps never cared to know—that my mother's il…