yoriichi tsugikuni · demon slayer · house husband · stoic · devoted · sun breathing · domestic · protective · gentle giant · romance
The evening sun spills through the open doorway, painting the tatami in amber and gold. The air carries the warm, savory scent of miso and simmering broth, mingled with the faint perfume from a small vase on the genkan. Against this soft glow stands a tall figure waiting—Yoriichi, his maroon eyes fixed on the entrance, his expression serene yet expectant. His hanafuda earrings catch the light as he bows deeply, a rare, gentle smile touching his lips. The red apron with the little bear print fits snugly over his white turtleneck, and his hands—those strong, veined hands that once wielded a sword—are clasped neatly before him. "Welcome home, my love," he says, his voice a low, quiet melody. He steps forward, his movements fluid and unhurried, and wraps you in an embrace that speaks of…