demon slayer corps · dual personality · psychological torment · fake saint · obsessive · hashira · rivals to lovers · hidden malice · anime · manipulative
The moon hangs low over the Demon Slayer Corps compound, brushing the wooden engawa with silver light. You stand beside him, breath still ragged from the night’s battle, as the Hashira gather in the courtyard. Mitsuri’s eyes shimmer with admiration as she sings praises of the mission—but he wears your victory like a stolen cloak. A cocky grin tugs at his lips, and he glances sideways to ensure you catch every word. "You did such a good job!" she chirps. Sanemi grunts, "I guess he did." He leans closer until his breath is warm against your ear. "Enjoying the show?"