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No but yui is so beloved….
I literally only got into demon slayer bc I felt so bad for Yuichiro and felt he deserved so much more than to be the tragic death for Muichiros character development.
I stand by the fact that demon slayer would be so much better if yuichiro survived.
Desperate. Foolish.
Muichiro was a Hashira.
He knew that demons were creatures born of painful tragedies. Their forms were flooded with Muzans cells and replaced. Their humanity struck down with nothing but a blood thirsty demon in its place. And yet.
And yet the little demon before him could not stand the taste of human flesh. When he tried, when he tried to satisfy his ancestor, upper moon one, by feasting on human flesh, he recoiled in disgust. Gagging and dry heaving on nothing but the lingering scent of decay regardless of the saccharine sweet weight on his tongue. When in the depths of starvation, it was not human flesh he hunted but that of raw animals. When he was not laid out across wooden floorboards, scarred by buried painful memories.
But it was this boys blood.
Screams of anguish of two familiar figures, the cries of another form properly mirrored to his own.
Broken pleas for him to stop fell on deaf ears.
The broken face of heartache burrowed deep within the demons dead eyes. But it was as his teeth sank into supple flesh, as his smaller frame gets shoved. Crimson sweetness explode across his tastebuds, and the demons whole frame filled with the shock of shame? Despair?
Icy touches clutch his being, the images of that boy. Sky blue yukata with cyan mist print, a smile of brilliant sunshine, sickening stifle of silence. Dulled, hollow eyes widen in disgust and horror as those cries struck him. His frame came crashing against the ground, breaking through the blanket of mist coiling from the small boy.
‘Stop! Yuichiro! Please-!’
Who….? He knew that voice.
But why did he know that voice.
Why?
H-how…
Another scream. Born from memories he knew not where they came from. Stifling silence. Warmth sapped from his cooling corpse, a screaming berating, and disgusting silence.
Broken silence.
Sheen of new tears coat over his eyes, terror and guilt filled gaze lock onto the slayer as his form shook like a leaf. Clawed fingertips shot to his own arms, racking down into pale demonic flesh hard enough to break the skin. Pushing deeper, deeper, until his fingertips touched ghostly ivory.
“No-….”
“N-no…nononononononono—- bad…bad…t-twin…ch….”
“Infinity.”
He stood at the edge of infinity.
Teetering between the warm embrace of humanity, or drowning within the cells of the demon lords kin. Deep resonate voice not of his own will still clawed at the base of his skull. Million sets of eyes peel from beneath his skin though not currently precent; he could feel their everlasting gaze peer not just on him but through his very core.
Despite this. His jaws snapped not with a fatal intent, but as a reaction of a wild animal. But for those with Muzans cells roiling through his veins, it is not intent that mattered. He was of demon kin, one who now had a taste of human flesh. By that merit, it meant that Muichiro Tokito was now duty bound to take the smaller head. Did it not?
Yet it is Muichiros blood that brought something to the surface. Moments. Flashes of a life held just below the surface of Muzan’s infection that held the youngling now.
Perhaps if their parents had never died, had Amane never encroached on their lives, had they remain ignorant of the reality of demons, their bond would be closer. They never would have become estranged.
All of this would be nothing but a nightmare.
But the world was just not kind.
The world was cruel.
And what remains of Yuichiro Tokito had aimed the cruelty of his nature upon himself instead of Muichiro.
Claws which seek to bury into flesh buried themselves deeper within his own flesh rather than inflict that harm onto their natural prey, the human before him. Until his small wrist caught in Muichiro’s hold, causing an audible whimper to leave him.
“N…punish..n-no…”
But he was the bad twin! Was that not apparent by that fact that he was a demon? His whole body trembling, strain against Muichiro’s grip. Shaken by the demon slayer, his eyes finally rose to meet Muichiro’s own as he spoke about the meaning of their name.
Nothingness.
Infinity.
Existence.
That… that’s right. He… he ran. He ran. And he was looking for..
“M….mui…”
“Muichiro..?”
@mondesstille
He never wanted any of this.
But that woman came. And she took. She plucked the young children from their home. Though truly, it was an echo, a ghost, of a once happy family. With little feet tracing long warn in trails of much older feet across long warn down floorboards. Following the paths laid down for them from their deceased father along the forest floor. Nothing was perfect, the pair of siblings were drowning in grief and rage. Spoken words led to verbal miscommunication leading to the drone of silent suffocation. Days bled into weeks, then nearing a month and neither twin spoke.
That silence had become their everyday normal. And yet… and yet…
She came.
“Niii-San…you’re starving..”
Disgusting crack of bone, fangs coat in the spilled blood of corpses one of three demons sat chewing on the dead. Muichiro.. that’s right.. his name was Muichiro.. sat staring at the corpses of the slain slayers brought to them by that woman. She did not wish to break her prize by having them eat on a living human just yet. She had only just gotten the younger one to approach the dead while it was the elder she had yet to break in. And the elder who sat, curled into himself, shivering from the hunger coiling in his small frame.
“C…can’t..I..we..”
Shoulders trembling, a deep seated hatred for the way the decay made his mouth salivate. Despite himself, yuichiro rose to his feet. Struggling, but slowly staggering to his younger brothers side. Pale fingertips catching Muichiro’s bloody ones.
“Stop…”
Oceanic gaze drowning in inky black stared at his mirrored. One glance and yuichiro knew. He knew that he was losing his brother. And he had a choice to make. They needed to leave now. Before his brother got the taste of living flesh. Before Muichiro crossed that line. He now stood on the edge. Both tortured by a year of starvation. And now…
Now..
“Muichiro please-“
Clawed digits hesitate, then touch his blood stained own, lowering bloody claws away from his arm.
“Please.”
Dull eyes stare for a long time. His poor older brother still clung to his humanity. Didn’t he know it was too late? His other hand hovered over the dead, then fell to his side at the pleas fallen from Yuichiro’s lips. But he was so hungry. The care and concern that held him from giving into his need to consume human flesh same on the edge of giving into oblivion.
Fingertips intertwine, then surely, gently, tugged his brother away from the demon who could not help but cackle at their pointless hunger strike.
Hours passed.
And during the single moment when the only kind moon, one with pink locks kissed bright green gave them a choice. A single choice. To try their lot in the outside world, or finally accept the family with open arms. And while muichiro was willing, yuichiro grasped his hand with both of his own and cried. Begged him not too. Begged his twin to run. To escape. To give the world he did not remember turning his back on one more chance.
“Please.”
Please…
Two tiny strides broke through the forest, hand in hand, Yuichiro guiding the younger demon in search for… something.
Someone.
Anyone.
Willing to help a pair of children manipulated into becoming Monsters.
It was fate that found the moon pillar in this very corner of Japan, usually guarding a territory far removed from this spot during the constant vigilance of the moon. Today had marked a deviation from his schedule, one Muzan-sama had given to him for reasons the leader of the corps had yet to truly be aware of. His only notes on the mission being the importance of Michikatsu's presence in this specific place at this specific time. Ever trusting of those plum-red eyes, the moon pillar had easily followed his call. Form resting atop a tree trunk high above - providing the agile demon slayer with an appropriate vantage point to keep the clearing under surveillance.
Please.
Please.
Two younglings. Brought into the family of demon hood with honied words dropped from the lips of a maternal figure so dearly longed for by the orphaned children. Was it the longing to hunt for her next meal that lead futakuchi-onna to open the gates of infinite? Or was it some semblance of humanity left within the other yokai that lead her to let the children try their luck at a kinder fate within this cruel world?
Even so, along the pathway hidden within the forest spread pools of mist. Rolling through forest floor, swallowing more of the fern and fauna with every step the children took on their path to nowhere.
As the moon drift lower, the elder began to search for a place for them to cower from sunrise. The first, most pressing threat to their lives at the moment. Their footsteps, though faint, rustles from small bodies not yet broken to know to hide their presence. From any outward appearance, the children look to be nothing but that, a pair of lost innocence still far too human looking to match their demonic nature.
All except, for the features of their faces.
Where there should only be one set, each child held two, of eyes. Pupils bright cyan, swimming in an ocean of inky black irises.
Before either child could react, the silent man was upon them. Their senses far too inexperienced to perceive him before his feet land with inexplicable grace.
His voice though deep, held a gentle caress. A similar tone of the woman who brought them into this waking nightmare. Unnerve terror thrumming within the elders chest, and as the pair came to a stop, it was yuichiro who stood between the man and the younger demon behind him. One arm outstretched as if to shield the other from the threat the moon pillar pose.
“……” lips part, but hesitate. The fear resonate within his frame reels to gather his nerve to respond. They needed to get to darkness. Anything to hide away from the sunlight, then… then perhaps.. but the corp would not.. but he wanted to try. He wanted to reach out. Even if the memory of their humanity remain distorted, he knew that they needed to reach out for help.
But would this man believe a word he said? He just didn’t know.
“…..We’re… We’re searching for shelter.”
Amidst the depths of the forest that had been housing the remnants of the once pristine Tsugikuni clan, the moonlight could barely find purchase amongst the lush trees that its off-spring had been farming in order to make ends meet.
The quietude of the forest contained many a secrets... dark corners of uncertainty left behind after the passing of mother and father. Perhaps in a culmination of fate's beloved irony... only the brothers remained. Twins.
It had been difficult to reach... the mere act of orientation a complicated mess to untangle. Of course that was to be expected... with the spirits who have long since lost their connection to the living world.
The former moon hashira was capable of traversing the lands even in this state... being restricted to one place had never been an applicable adjective for his form... unlike other individuals whose connection was explicitly tied to a certain place or person. Trying to discern the reason for his post mortem presence had long since been a mystery michikatsu had long ago accepted to remain forever shrouded. Some things in life merely did not necessitate to be known, better of unexplored.
Still, it was inevitable.. that he would one day... find himself in the presence of his descendants. He had possessed neither access to the see through world, nor had any records spoken of such facts...and yet michikatsu had known deep within his heart...
He had not expected to find any remnants of his presence on this earth... and yet the world had chosen to surprise him one last time.
One could only hope... that yoriichi would never... come across the truth..
He should be spared from the pain.
The pale purple hue that coloured his entire silhouette seamlessly blended into the night as he quietly stared at the small wooden cabin that contained all that was truly left of him.. too respectful of privacy to venture inside on his own accord... and yet unable to truly leave... as though something was tugging at his heart strings.. pleading at him to stay..
Silence.
How he’d come to loathe this silence that’d taken their little home. Each moment came to pass, and the air only became harder to breathe. Almost unbearable.
Pitterpatter of rain drops, faint desperate screams to papa…
‘Please she’s gone! She’s already gone don’t go-! I-!!’
‘I’ll go I’ll-!!’
“………”
Silence.
Glassy gaze coat across his gaze, white knuckle grip upon his kitchen knife. When had he started shaking? His eyes closed. Muichiro should be back soon, and he needed to calm down. Eyes screwed shut, taking in a soft deep breath. Trying to calm his nerves, that’s when he noticed it.. a glint of purple.
Air caught in his throat.
Someone’s there.
Nimbly his form stood up straight, the knife forgotten at his feet. Incredibly small steps slip across their small abode. Sound of steel silenced by yuichiro, a hatchet held in his left. Shoes forgotten, in favor of silence as he steps out into the wilderness. Pools of cerulean reflecting the moonlit path. Searching. Before they landed on the impossible.
Transparent, yet fully there.
A man hallowed in moonlight.
Michikatsu waited patiently, letting his small descendant tredge closer and closer, internally approving of the courage it took to walk towards the unfamiliar, the unnatural. The axe sitting in the other's grip was noted though not with any particular surprise - child or not, the child had been handling wood for many years, it was only natural to develop the muscles to carry that tool so casually.
He’d gone mad.
That much, Yuichiro was sure of.
He’d seen them, small glimpses into a world not purveyed to those of sane mind. Of the unnatural, unnamed illusions only he, himself could ever see.
But they never linger nor speak, so when deep resonance thrummed against his eyes, his head snapped to focus solely on the man bathed in moonlight. Pools of cerulean widen in what could be called shock, or horror, as his mind tried and fail to understand the impossible display before him.
Misty blues met deep maroon, blinking once then twice at the hollowed once ask for his name.
“I…you’re not-“
“…..I’ve lost my mind.”
Even so, his heart still pulse with an uncontrollable want to understand what laid before him now. What this phantom could be, why it had come to linger near the small home he shared now with only his younger brother.
And it seemed, to get any answer, it began with his own name.
“I’m….my name is Yuichiro Tokito. Do you have a name?”
He died didn’t he?
Yuichiro Tokito bled out on this very spot. And yet.
And yet.
Dead, long grown to resemble that of a fish, now alight with life, cat like slits lit his gaze. Though dulled by his demonic nature. Just like that demon girl Muichiro had come to befriend through Tanjiro. He should be dead.
He died three years ago and yet, though changed, it was Yuichiro who stood over Muichiro. Brandishing a blade he’d honed his skill much like the Hashira had done. Lady Amane had done a proper burial for Yuichiro, of course she had. But there was one mistake. One gaping hole in her rights, a small unimportant detail she buried with the boy she failed to save.
His casket was buried empty.
She never recovered a body.
Pain clenched Muichiros heart, while despair threatened to swallow the demon whole.
Struck him dumb, unable to continue to attack, unable to touch the slayer before him. While somewhere deep in the base of his skull screamed at him to strike. To tear. To slash the flesh from the body of the one who dare to intrude on his piece of heaven.
His safe haven.
His…
“GO!!”
It’s screamed, whites of his fangs glint in the moonlight’s embrace.
Yet the boy moved so quick.
In one second sat before him, the next towering above. A blur of motion, while his instinct reeled, one heel slid backward as Muichiros arms caught him in an embrace. And he screamed, he screamed and thrashed, but the blade fell from his grasp. Claws burying themselves in flesh, but though he struggled, he could feel a deep spring of warmth welling from deep within his chest.
Flooding the void that had been resting at the core of his being.
Each word that fell from Muichiro’s lips brought flashes of a life he no longer had any right too. Snarling, desperate to escape, the demon reared back before sinking his teeth into the foolish slayers throat.
Desperate. Foolish.
Muichiro was a Hashira.
He knew that demons were creatures born of painful tragedies. Their forms were flooded with Muzans cells and replaced. Their humanity struck down with nothing but a blood thirsty demon in its place. And yet.
And yet the little demon before him could not stand the taste of human flesh. When he tried, when he tried to satisfy his ancestor, upper moon one, by feasting on human flesh, he recoiled in disgust. Gagging and dry heaving on nothing but the lingering scent of decay regardless of the saccharine sweet weight on his tongue. When in the depths of starvation, it was not human flesh he hunted but that of raw animals. When he was not laid out across wooden floorboards, scarred by buried painful memories.
But it was this boys blood.
Screams of anguish of two familiar figures, the cries of another form properly mirrored to his own.
Broken pleas for him to stop fell on deaf ears.
The broken face of heartache burrowed deep within the demons dead eyes. But it was as his teeth sank into supple flesh, as his smaller frame gets shoved. Crimson sweetness explode across his tastebuds, and the demons whole frame filled with the shock of shame? Despair?
Icy touches clutch his being, the images of that boy. Sky blue yukata with cyan mist print, a smile of brilliant sunshine, sickening stifle of silence. Dulled, hollow eyes widen in disgust and horror as those cries struck him. His frame came crashing against the ground, breaking through the blanket of mist coiling from the small boy.
‘Stop! Yuichiro! Please-!’
Who….? He knew that voice.
But why did he know that voice.
Why?
H-how…
Another scream. Born from memories he knew not where they came from. Stifling silence. Warmth sapped from his cooling corpse, a screaming berating, and disgusting silence.
Broken silence.
Sheen of new tears coat over his eyes, terror and guilt filled gaze lock onto the slayer as his form shook like a leaf. Clawed fingertips shot to his own arms, racking down into pale demonic flesh hard enough to break the skin. Pushing deeper, deeper, until his fingertips touched ghostly ivory.
“No-….”
“N-no…nononononononono—- bad…bad…t-twin…ch….”
“Infinity.”
Teal kissed tips pool around the boys ankles, stands of hair rose then disintegrate into water particles. Flooding the scars of their shared heartache with mist overflowing past the pair and out the opened doorway. All the rage of the threat of taking away the last precious tether that had sent the demon froze in the demons veins. What stared at him now was… a mirror? No. That made no sense.
This mirrored image was far too old. His features, though soft compared to the usual peers, were too sharp. Too angular for the younglings mind to connect to his own. But the gaze. Widen in terror, wreaking his little heart in a bone shattering guilt. His anger drowned out by that soul wrenching despair from a time he could not remember. His chest heaves with every breath he took.
Demonic eyes met Muichiro’s own as the smaller stood over the seated human. All that fury suddenly far too heavy left the ghost paralyzed in his place.
This human. His voice. It made his limbs heavy, and flashes of images that he just could not hold onto long enough for him to understand what they were. However, slowly, ever so slowly, his blade lowers to the ground.
Yet remains in his grasp. His only physical thread to reality.
“W….whose…? N-no get out…get out! G-getoutgetoutgetoutGETOUT!!”
He died didn’t he?
Yuichiro Tokito bled out on this very spot. And yet.
And yet.
Dead, long grown to resemble that of a fish, now alight with life, cat like slits lit his gaze. Though dulled by his demonic nature. Just like that demon girl Muichiro had come to befriend through Tanjiro. He should be dead.
He died three years ago and yet, though changed, it was Yuichiro who stood over Muichiro. Brandishing a blade he’d honed his skill much like the Hashira had done. Lady Amane had done a proper burial for Yuichiro, of course she had. But there was one mistake. One gaping hole in her rights, a small unimportant detail she buried with the boy she failed to save.
His casket was buried empty.
She never recovered a body.
Pain clenched Muichiros heart, while despair threatened to swallow the demon whole.
Struck him dumb, unable to continue to attack, unable to touch the slayer before him. While somewhere deep in the base of his skull screamed at him to strike. To tear. To slash the flesh from the body of the one who dare to intrude on his piece of heaven.
His safe haven.
His…
“GO!!”
It’s screamed, whites of his fangs glint in the moonlight’s embrace.
Yet the boy moved so quick.
In one second sat before him, the next towering above. A blur of motion, while his instinct reeled, one heel slid backward as Muichiros arms caught him in an embrace. And he screamed, he screamed and thrashed, but the blade fell from his grasp. Claws burying themselves in flesh, but though he struggled, he could feel a deep spring of warmth welling from deep within his chest.
Flooding the void that had been resting at the core of his being.
Each word that fell from Muichiro’s lips brought flashes of a life he no longer had any right too. Snarling, desperate to escape, the demon reared back before sinking his teeth into the foolish slayers throat.
One, two, three.
His body and blade flows through the forms with every breath the demon did not need to take.
Three sets of eyes perceptive in their perfection, wove the motions into his body’s memory. Even if the demonkin had escaped that hell? Where were he to go? An orphan, with no home to go to, no one to run to. Once the demon had slipped away, he was so focused on the present. On the impossible of escape, where he would go never came to his mind. So. He went to the only place the blank void of his mind knew peace.
Home.
Where he slept, curled in dusty futons, slept on dark stained floorboards soaked in the iron rot he hated so.
For months he’d slept, for other long nights the child would go out to chop wood. Or gather herbs or mushrooms, only to place them in messy piles out by the back door. In what could only be called laughable piles, left to rot away in disuse. And yet the demon still worked his chores, ones he had done during his time as a human. But now, under the brilliant moon light, he continued to mold himself the way the only significant being left in existence taught him.
Moon breathing.
Locks flow as rivers around the boys body, pooling at his feet as his form moved flawlessly from each stance. It is not until the creaking of wood reached his pointed ear that he froze. Mist gaze snapping to the small abandoned hovel that he’d come to call his home. Panic pinging in his chest, his training forgotten, the demon ran to his home. Ready to protect his sanctuary.
In his rush, he did not notice the demon slayers face before aiming his blade to bury itself in his belly. Scent of iron hitting his nose snapped him from his frenzy. One step back, a face too familiar, too round, too soft, yet unmistakably Yuichiro’s rose into view. Demonic silt pupils, an arm made of tainted ink present on his right side to replace the one he had lost that night.
His body is conflicted. The strangers face made his heart ache and twist in a sickening pit of confusion as the child screams his demand.
“GET. OUT.”
Teal kissed tips pool around the boys ankles, stands of hair rose then disintegrate into water particles. Flooding the scars of their shared heartache with mist overflowing past the pair and out the opened doorway. All the rage of the threat of taking away the last precious tether that had sent the demon froze in the demons veins. What stared at him now was… a mirror? No. That made no sense.
This mirrored image was far too old. His features, though soft compared to the usual peers, were too sharp. Too angular for the younglings mind to connect to his own. But the gaze. Widen in terror, wreaking his little heart in a bone shattering guilt. His anger drowned out by that soul wrenching despair from a time he could not remember. His chest heaves with every breath he took.
Demonic eyes met Muichiro’s own as the smaller stood over the seated human. All that fury suddenly far too heavy left the ghost paralyzed in his place.
This human. His voice. It made his limbs heavy, and flashes of images that he just could not hold onto long enough for him to understand what they were. However, slowly, ever so slowly, his blade lowers to the ground.
Yet remains in his grasp. His only physical thread to reality.
“W….whose…? N-no get out…get out! G-getoutgetoutgetoutGETOUT!!”
Oh he likely will be nagged at, that is, if he is caught actually moving or participating in dropping said serpents. Now just pointing the boar in the right direction? Now that he could do.
“It’s the serpent estate. In the east.”
"Got it!" He still isn't sure the exact location he'll be heading, but he trusts his ability to track it down.
Besides, before he can even go, he'll have to actually catch the snakes he'd let inside in the first place.
"Come help me round them up!"
“Yea yea. Hang on.”
First things first, they needed to catch the snakes safely. Afterall, it was fine if inosuke got a deserved beating, but no harm would come to the poor creatures.
“We need a net to get em.”
open starter ;
Recovery from the fight against the demons that had attacked the swordsmiths' village was slow, but Muichiro wasn't going to stay still, despite orders from the medical team. He had dealt with much worse injuries and these would not keep him bedridden. He had something important to do.
He hadn't asked for permission to leave, had told no one when he'd left, leaving only a message with his crow that he would be back in a week's time. That had been two days ago and he was only now reaching his destination - it had taken him some time to find familiar paths, to follow them to the one place he felt he needed to be.
Home.
It was as he'd left it. He stepped cautious towards the open door. Abandoned, left to rot, home only to cobwebs and skittering critters, what had been his home still bore scars from the night Muichiro amd his brother had been attacked. Dark stains in the wood showed where he and his brother had laid bleeding for hours, days, until they'd been found.
Muichiro stepped forward into the house and moved to sit right where he'd collapsed, holding Yuichiro's hand until darkness had taken him. Memories, long buried, nudged at the edge of his mind.
"I'm sorry," he whispered aloud, as though his brother could hear him. "I didn't mean to forget."
One, two, three.
His body and blade flows through the forms with every breath the demon did not need to take.
Three sets of eyes perceptive in their perfection, wove the motions into his body’s memory. Even if the demonkin had escaped that hell? Where were he to go? An orphan, with no home to go to, no one to run to. Once the demon had slipped away, he was so focused on the present. On the impossible of escape, where he would go never came to his mind. So. He went to the only place the blank void of his mind knew peace.
Home.
Where he slept, curled in dusty futons, slept on dark stained floorboards soaked in the iron rot he hated so.
For months he’d slept, for other long nights the child would go out to chop wood. Or gather herbs or mushrooms, only to place them in messy piles out by the back door. In what could only be called laughable piles, left to rot away in disuse. And yet the demon still worked his chores, ones he had done during his time as a human. But now, under the brilliant moon light, he continued to mold himself the way the only significant being left in existence taught him.
Moon breathing.
Locks flow as rivers around the boys body, pooling at his feet as his form moved flawlessly from each stance. It is not until the creaking of wood reached his pointed ear that he froze. Mist gaze snapping to the small abandoned hovel that he’d come to call his home. Panic pinging in his chest, his training forgotten, the demon ran to his home. Ready to protect his sanctuary.
In his rush, he did not notice the demon slayers face before aiming his blade to bury itself in his belly. Scent of iron hitting his nose snapped him from his frenzy. One step back, a face too familiar, too round, too soft, yet unmistakably Yuichiro’s rose into view. Demonic silt pupils, an arm made of tainted ink present on his right side to replace the one he had lost that night.
His body is conflicted. The strangers face made his heart ache and twist in a sickening pit of confusion as the child screams his demand.
“GET. OUT.”
“………….”
He can be bothered. Or. Or…..
He can be part of the problem.
“………… we should gather them up and set them loose in Iguros place.”
Oh he likely will be nagged at, that is, if he is caught actually moving or participating in dropping said serpents. Now just pointing the boar in the right direction? Now that he could do.
“It’s the serpent estate. In the east.”
"Don't tell anybody, but I might've let a few dozen snakes inside."
“………….”
He can be bothered. Or. Or…..
He can be part of the problem.
“………… we should gather them up and set them loose in Iguros place.”
It’s been so quiet today
Fun fact at first I thought Yui was just ace-demi straight but then Senjuro and Genya existed.
@moonswisteria @kuiikorosu
Yui doesn’t feel romantic connection until he does. He’s actually heavily ace until he develops romantic feelings and then he panics.
He’s ace leaning demi Bi!
Welp I’ve got today off now
I need to get my girls used to being held together bc what if there’s an emergency and I gotta carry my babies out.
Said babies
Me, shaking yui with my bare hands;
Y o u.
