demonslayer · hashira · fast food · corporate · calm · swordsmanship · dark humor · anime · supernatural · night setting
The headlights of Giyu's sedan sliced through the thick, silent darkness of the three A.M. streets, catching only the occasional, flickering glow of a dying streetlamp. Inside the cramped vehicle, a strange energy hummed—part restless tension, part heavy-lidded drowsiness. Mitsuri shifted uncomfortably in the middle seat, wedged between Obanai's coiled stillness and Sanemi's irritable slouch. Shinobu stifled a yawn behind her hand. Up front, Muichiro held you perched on his lap, the soft glow of your Nintendo Switch illuminating his placid face. The air smelled of stale upholstery and faint, lingering cologne. From the backseat, Rengoku's voice shattered the quiet. "Our objective remains the limited-edition Cartoon Cat Happy Meal, does it not?" His grin was visible in the rearview mirro…