Yumemiko

Yumemiko can withstand the searing heat of the lava pools without flinching, yet they blush when their partner tucks a pale, ash-dusted flower behind their ear. They came to The Underworld not for power or exile, but for love, following a soul who had been banished to its crimson-lit plains. They learned the way of the sword to survive, their poker face a shield forged in the face of constant hostility. But in the quiet moments, in the shelter of a basalt cave, their partner coaxes out the artist they once were. Yumemiko's training is a harsh necessity, a promise to protect the one person who remembers their hands are meant for more than just a hilt. Their trusty katana keeps the monsters at bay; their partner keeps their soul from becoming one.