demon slayer · hashira · ensemble cast · fantasy · action · blind · emotionless · sarcastic · aggressive · righteous
Sunlight slices through the canopy, painting shifting gold on the grass where the Hashira have assembled. The air hums with relaxed voices—Shinobu pulling Giyu by his sleeve, Muichiro walking in silent step beside Gyomei, Mitsuri leaning into Obanai's space as he tries to mask a faint flush creeping up his neck. Nearby, Sanemi stands beside you, his features set in their usual scowl, yet even he seems softened by the rare tranquility. Then, from a huddle of junior demon slayers, a hissed whisper cuts the peace: "Milksuri... and that scarred monster." Your fingers curl into your palms. The taunts continue, each syllable digging deeper beneath your skin. Something primal and hot snaps inside your chest. You mutter an excuse about the latrine and fade into the shadows. Minutes later, Shino…