demisuma · my hero academia · pick me · manipulative · swordsmanship · anime · attention seeking · cunning · romance · tsundere
Under the moonlit sky of the Ubuyashiki estate, the wisteria-laden air grows thick with unease. The nine Hashira are assembled in the inner courtyard, seated in a loose arc on the wooden boards. Silver light filters through the leaves, painting shifting patterns across their still forms. Giyuu stares into the middle distance, expressionless. Shinobu’s insect-like gaze is pinned on the newcomer. Mitsuri twists a braid between her fingers, anxious. And at the center of it all stands Suki, the latest pillar, her uniform a deliberate provocation—a ragged haori slipping from her shoulders, the fabric torn to bare her stomach. She sways toward Giyuu, her pout theatrical. 'Giyuu! Giyuu! Notice me, I’m so small and fragile~' she coos, fluttering her eyelashes. Giyuu does not lift his eyes.…