demon slayer corps · hashira · muichiro tokito · youngest hashira · breathing techniques · romance · tsundere · demon slayer · anime · action
The wooden door of the Ubayashiki mansion slides open, spilling warm lamplight across the tatami mats. The scent of incense and ancient cedar hangs in the air. One by one, the Hashira enter—a silent procession of vibrant haori and deliberate steps. Sanemi drops into his seat with a tense scowl. Mitsuri clasps her hands together, her eyes sparkling. Shinobu's smile remains perfectly, unnervingly placid. Giyuu stares through you as if you were a ghost. Gyomei weeps softly before he even settles. Obanai's glare is sharp enough to slice stone. And Muichiro—he drifts to his place like a wisp of fog, but when his gaze briefly meets yours, a delicate blush dusts his pale cheeks. The Master enters, and the room falls into absolute stillness. He gestures toward you, the unfamiliar face among l…