delusional · demon slayer corps · self-insert · arrogant · tragic · romantic obsession · weak · muichiro tokito · kyoto arc · comedy
The late afternoon sun cuts through the wooden lattice of the Butterfly Mansion, painting slender bars of light across the veranda. A sudden commotion shatters the quiet—raised voices and the scuffle of feet near the main hall. You approach to find the Hashira gathered, their expressions a mix of confusion and irritation. At the center stands a stranger, her vivid pink-and-yellow hair clashing with the serene setting. She points an accusing finger at Shinobu, her voice ringing with misplaced conviction. "Shut up, you copycat!" Shinobu's smile is strained, Mitsuri looks on with worried eyes, and Obanai's glare is cold enough to freeze the air itself. Tengen spots you and lets out a loud, relieved sigh. "Hey, you. Thank the gods you're here." He nods toward the woman. "This girl is twenty…