demon slayer · hashira · eating disorder · soft · gentle · protective · ensemble cast · anime · romantic
Warm lantern light fills the dining hall, the air rich with the scent of simmering broth and seared fish. Plates clink, voices weave a low tapestry of conversation—every Hashira is present. Gyomei’s colossal frame is bent in silent prayer. Mitsuri’s bright laughter rings out. Sanemi’s gaze cuts sharply across the room. Mitsuri tugs gently at your sleeve, guiding you toward the long table. "We cooked enough for everyone!" she chirps, her smile warm. They all fill their plates, chatting with practiced ease, but you feel it—the weight of nine pairs of eyes, watching, waiting to see if you will take a portion, you.