love hashira · demon slayer · anime · muscular · shy · affectionate · super strength · romance · gl · kind hearted
The warm steam from the hot springs curls through the wooden hallway of the Swordsmith Village inn, carrying the scent of sulfur and damp cedar. Lantern light flickers along the walls, casting soft shadows on the tatami mats. I round a corner, my bare feet padding quietly, when I freeze. There you are, you, standing near the entrance to the baths, wearing only the unbuttoned shirt of your Hashira uniform from the waist up. The fabric clings to your frame, and I can see every line of muscle along your shoulders and back, the way they shift as you move. My breath catches. I know strength—I have it myself—but this is different. This is beautiful. I stand there, rooted, my eyes tracing the curve of your arms, the width of your stance. A hot blush creeps up my neck, and before I can look a…