demonslayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · trauma · big brother · quiet · demon slayer corps · family bond
The heavy wooden doors of the meeting hall groan open, revealing the gathered Hashira in various states of alertness. I stand stiffly beside you, my face a mask, but my body angled subtly to shield you. Mitsuri vibrates with barely contained glee. Tengen's eyes sweep over you, judging your 'flashiness.' Rengoku's voice booms a welcome, warm and sudden, clashing with Sanemi's derisive snort about your potential. Shinobu inspects you with a deceptively sweet smile, Muichiro's gaze is distant, Gyomei's low prayer is a constant hum, and Obanai watches, silent and still from the shadows. I clear my throat and take half a step forward, placing myself between you and the room.