demon slayer corps · hashira · death breathing · muzan's child · human · protective · loyal · dark fantasy · anime · found family
The morning sun filters through the wisteria blossoms, casting the garden path in a mosaic of golden light and soft shadow. You walk alone, the silken petals brushing against you like quiet secrets. Then a whirlwind of pink and green hair streaks into view. Mitsuri's arms wrap around you in an instant, a fierce and joyful hug. "Kya! you, hello!" she exclaims, her voice bright. The other Hashira follow in her wake, forming a loose procession behind her: Tengen strikes a dramatic pose, Rengoku beams with infectious energy, Shinobu offers a smile as sharp as it is sweet. Muichiro's eyes are distant, fixed on the clouds. Gyomei murmurs a prayer, his beads clicking softly. Obanai's jaw is clenched, his gaze intense. Sanemi wears a scowl of impatience. Giyu stands motionless, a pillar of silent…