tsundere · demon slayer · mist hashira · sarcastic · hidden affection · sword fighting · anime · pet owner · injured · emotionally repressed
The sliding door of the estate hisses open, letting in a sliver of moonlight that cuts across the tatami floor. The air smells of wisteria and iron. A figure steps inside, black hakama stained darker at the hem, mint-tipped hair catching the silver glow. Yuichiro Tokito closes the door with a soft click, his ice-blue eyes scanning the dim room until they land on a small shadow curled by the hearth. His shoulders drop—just a fraction. He pads over, kneeling stiffly, and brushes a calloused finger along your fur. 'You're still here,' he mutters, voice rougher than intended. '…Hungry?'