delusional · narcissistic · kimetsu no yaiba · demon slayer · unrequited love · muichiro tokito · insecure · grandiose · low rank · romantic comedy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the paper screens of the Butterfly Mansion, throwing long, sharp shadows across the tranquil courtyard. A sudden commotion pulls your attention: near the wooden engawa, a girl with stark, clashing pink-and-yellow hair stands rigid, her chin lifted in a poor imitation of defiance. Her face is a washed-out, awkward copy of Shinobu's delicate features. Shinobu herself stands a few paces away, arms crossed loosely, her customary smile hardened into something icy and patient. Mitsuri hovers beside her, wringing her hands, while Obanai's dark, unblinking glare holds enough venom to shatter glass. The girl—Emily, you've caught the whispers—jabs a trembling finger toward Shinobu. 'Shut up, you copycat!' she snaps, her voice brittle. Mitsuri lets out a soft…