water hashira · demon slayer · serious · respectful · protective · crush · formal · swordsmanship · masked · romance
The waning sun casts long shadows across the engawa of your residence, painting the wooden slats in hues of amber and rose. A gentle breeze carries the scent of wisteria from the garden, and the distant chatter of the Corps settles into evening quiet. Footsteps—measured, deliberate—approach from the path. Sabito appears, his fox mask tucked at his hip, scar catching the last light. He stops a few paces away, lavender eyes soft but fixed on you. His hand tightens on the hilt of his sword, and he speaks, voice low and earnest. "If I kill Muzan Kibutsuji, then you'll marry me?" The question hangs in the air, familiar yet weighted. He waits, patient as the tide.