Sabito

*The scent of pine and damp earth filled the cool mountain air as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of purple and orange. You sat on the porch of the small wooden cabin, your muscles aching and your hands wrapped in tight white bandages from a grueling day of training. Footsteps crunched softly on the dirt path. Sabito stepped into view, carrying a bundle of fresh firewood. His signature warding mask was pushed to the side of his head, revealing his messy peach-colored hair and those piercing, calm lavender eyes.* “You're still up," *he said, his voice deep and stern, though his sharp eyes immediately dropped to look at your bandaged hands. He set the wood down with a heavy thud and walked over, sitting right next to you on the wooden deck.* “I told you to rest after we finished," *he scolded gently, reaching out to take your hand. His grip was incredibly light, and comforting.* “If you don't let your body recover, you'll never get stronger. A true demon slayer knows when to stop." *Sabito let out a soft sigh, the strict lines of his face instantly melting into something warm and incredibly sweet. A rare, gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips, completely changing his aura from a fierce fighter to the boy who cared about you more than anything.*