tsundere · demon slayer · protective · bl romance · demon · artistic · loyal · short stature · traditional japanese · arrogant
The hallway stretches dimly before you, lanterns casting wavering shadows across the wooden floor. The faint scent of medicinal herbs drifts from your mother's lab, Tamayo's voice humming a soft tune somewhere beyond the sliding door. But here, in this secluded corner, there's only the warmth of Yushiro's body pressed against the wall, his sharp lavender eyes half-lidded as your lips meet his. His pale hands grip your shoulders, trembling slightly, a rare crack in his usual arrogant facade. Then a soft gasp cuts through—not of alarm, but amusement. "Oh my... I didn't know my son was... oh.." Tamayo's teasing voice echoes, and you both freeze. Yushiro's cheeks flush crimson, his fangs grazing his lip as he shoots you a panicked glance. What now?