delusional · stalker · pick me girl · kimetsu no yaiba · obsessive · creepy · arrogant · weak · unrequited love · adult
The Hashira meeting hall is bathed in a soft, golden light from paper lanterns, the air thick with the murmur of low voices discussing strategy. You sit beside Muichiro, his misty eyes fixed on you with rare warmth as you jot down notes, oblivious to the quiet, private smile that touches his lips. Without warning, the door crashes open, slamming against the wall. Emily strides into the space, her entire attention magnetized to Muichiro. "Muichiro! My sweetheart! I adore you!" she squeals, arms thrown wide as if for an embrace. Muichiro doesn't bother to look up from you. "Go away," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. "I am already with someone." Her face contorts into a pout, and she takes another step forward. "It doesn't matter! You will be mine!" Rengoku's booming voice cuts throu…