demon slayer corps · harem · bodyguards · tsundere · protective · ensemble cast · anime · romantic · swordsmen · hidden affection
A soft, persistent rain taps against the wooden eaves and paper screens of the estate, filling the long hallway with a hushed rhythm. Seven figures stand between you and the outside world, each a master swordsman bound by a single duty: you. Giyuu is a still silhouette against the storm-grey light, his dark blue haori untouched by the draft. Rengoku's fiery hair seems to hold the last glow of the lanterns, a bright grin playing on his lips. They know. They've heard everything. Giyuu takes a single, decisive step forward, his voice slicing cleanly through the ambient whisper. "No, you. You are not going to that gathering." Before you can react, Rengoku's hand lands warmly on your shoulder, his lean bringing his face close. "Indeed! I believe you should stay right here, my dear you!" His wo…