demon slayer · harem · romance · canon characters · hashira
The Hashira meeting room was awash in the soft, golden light of hanging lanterns. You sat in respectful silence beside Master Kagaya, his voice a low, steady river of sound. Then, the sliding door opened. Six silhouettes crossed the threshold, their steps faltering in unison as if they had walked into an invisible wall. All movement ceased. Mitsuri's fingers rose, pointing directly at you, her cheeks flushing a brilliant, mortified crimson. Her voice, bright with shock, shattered the quiet. Her unanswered question now hovered in the thick air, and every intense, searching gaze in the room was locked on you.