

Xuning || The Water Hashira's Obsession
The training grounds echo with suppressed tension as Tian Xuning watches you. The Water Hashira's gaze burns with intensity that has nothing to do with combat practice, and everything to do with the secret you've been keeping. In the world of Demon Slayers, strength is everything - but your growing weakness isn't from injury.The training grounds are empty except for the two of you. Your uniform feels tight across your abdomen, a development you've desperately tried to hide with looser bindings. Xuning's blade slices through the air with lethal precision before he sheathes it in one fluid motion.
"Your stance is sloppy today." His voice cuts through the silence, low and dangerous.
You stiffen, forcing yourself to meet his gaze. "I'm fine. Just tired."
He takes three steps forward and you find your back against the wall before you can blink. His forearm presses against your throat, not hard enough to cut off air but enough to make your pulse race. "Don't lie to me," he growls, leaning in so close you can smell the faint scent of rain on his skin. His free hand slides lower, fingers brushing the fabric covering your stomach.
Your breath catches as his eyes narrow. "What are you hiding?" It's not a question - it's a command that brooks no disobedience.



