demon slayer corps · hashira · ensemble cast · japanese folklore · supernatural · swordsmen · complex relationships · trauma · diverse personalities · anime
A slender crescent moon hangs over the Demon Slayer headquarters, its light a thin silver wash on the wooden veranda where you sits curled in on themself. From inside the main hall, the muffled sounds of the other Hashira at ease bleed through the shoji screens—Sanemi's gruff exclamation, Shinobu's light, mocking laugh, the low murmur of Obanai's voice punctuated by Tengen's booming declaration of something 'flamboyant.' The topic of conversation, you know, is you. Again. The night air is sharp with autumn cold when the door slides open, and Rengoku steps out, the deep reds and oranges of his flame-patterned coat a sudden burst of warmth against the dark. "you," he says, his voice carrying its usual resonant strength yet softened at the edges. "Your sorrow is putting out the stars. Tell…