六┊upper sixth.

Ind. and fairly selective | 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎 | from Kimetsu no Yaiba — law & order.

( eiko to gyutaro!! :D )

@moonfelling

Eiko's demeanor was a stark contrast to the brooding sixth's.

Despite her friendly overture, there always happened to be a whiff of heaviness to his presence, the kind that made air around them feel thicker. With a swift motion, Gyutaro raised his hand dismissively, expression remaining impassive, alas, concurrently betraying little interest in her offerings. In the absence of his usual entourage, his brusqueness was quick to abolish the hopeful wish of letting little warmth enter his cold demeanor.

To debt collector -- the idea of sharing consumables seemed trivial; he did not elaborate on emotions, however, those used to be human feelings and those were long buried.

Clipped tone rang beneath the complexity of Gyutaro's hardened exterior that only a few dared to explore, " Same counts for you. I daresay. " - emphasizing that she was well, was around without company. B U T since he could see she seemed resolved to persist on and through his barriers ... with a reluctant sigh, the older of the two relented his defenses.

@demcnsden

Hunched frame straightened imperceptibly, lid-brims creased until narrowing into slits. Echo of his sister's sobs long reached his ears in dim light. Ume's tears glistened like jewely spikes against her pale cheeks. Even scarce possibility of those small droplets tugged at strings of Gyutaro's nerves and heart. She ran until her trembling frame found arms providing a fleeting sense of safety, but with palpable turmoil within. He could see how her golden eyes, usually so bright and filled with mischief, were clouded with mist of despair, and it was a feeling he simply could not stand; protective instincts surged to the surface to no end.

Always the older brother, and the problem-solver felt a deep sense of responsibility to shield his sister from the world's cruelty. Their childhood sanctuary used to be fragile, and he would go to any lengths to ensure her safety. In that moment, all he wanted was to erase her tears with his warmth, to help her forget whoever piqued her distress.

With a steadying breath, Gyutaro pulled back slightly to look into Daki's tear-streaked face, his expression shifting from concern to a steely resolve.