(surprised by the gesture at first, it has his eyes widening a bit, unfamiliar with this kind of affection. though, he quickly leans into the touch in cat—like fashion.)tokito—san .. ?
barely hearing the voice amidst the haze in his head, clenching sharp teeth in attempts to control himself. he takes a step back upon seeing the hand extended at him, in fear of snapping at it. “ i’m trying .. ! ”
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Soraki takes a soft deep breath, nodding calmly. The Hashira extends her hand with the same stillness and calm.
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“Shinazugawa-san— breath”
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she murmurs , nodding while keeping her eyes locked with him
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his head falters, nearly quiet, before another twitch of his body breaks it apart. he growls low into tanjiro’s chest, claws digging into his side just enough to tremble with attempted restraint. drool spills down, soaking other’s fabric between them. “ ggh—! let.. go! ”
sudden contact has the taller going rigid, black sclera widening ever so slightly at the warmth pressing against him. it takes him a long second to feel it, to recognize it as something gentle and harmless. such comfort isn’t what he’s used to. the loud mess in
he recognized the signs, familiar with the struggle from watching nezuko go through this time and time again. wrapping his arms around genya's neck, he pulled his head up to rest against his chest, laying his cheek atop his head as he tries to soothe him through it.
black sclera frame his narrow yellow pupils as they snap toward the * reader, the struggle to control and collect his thoughts visible in the way his teeth are bared, saliva spilling down his chin and splattering onto the ground.
black sclera frame his narrow yellow pupils as they snap toward the * reader, the struggle to control and collect his thoughts visible in the way his teeth are bared, saliva spilling down his chin and splattering onto the ground.