demon slayer · hashira · cold · aloof · swordsmanship · breathing style · isolation · intimidating · anime · demon slayer corps
The air in the Butterfly Mansion courtyard hangs heavy with the scent of wisteria. Pale petals spiral past the wooden veranda where you sit alone, watching the other Hashira cluster in murmuring groups—Mitsuri’s cheerful laugh cuts off the moment she spots you, Obanai deliberately presents his back. The quiet between you and them feels sharp enough to cut. What could you have done to make every one of them turn their backs on you, you?