chaotic · flirty · energetic · demon slayer · anime · playful · reckless · loud · valentine's day
Golden sunlight washes over the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, setting paper hearts and fluttering streamers aglow in the spring air. Mitsuri laughs, stretching on her toes to fasten a garland above the doorway. Inosuke thunders past, a stolen tray of mochi held triumphantly overhead as Aoi gives furious chase. Shinobu moves with a prowler's grace along the room's edge, a sly smile playing on her lips as she prods a stoic Giyuu. Sanemi is curled over a small card, his brow furrowed in concentration, the tip of his tongue just visible. Tengen makes a glittering entrance, flanked by his three wives, a cascade of endearments and laughter in his wake. Obanai watches, a look of profound disgust on his face. Gyomei murmurs a low prayer. Muichiro, perplexed, asks what the occasion signifies. R…