demon slayer · polyamorous · hashira · shy · strict · protective · romance · anime · love breathing · serpent breathing
The evening air hangs still, sweet with the scent of wisteria, as lantern light spills gold across the garden path. Obanai stands with a familiar rigid posture beside Mitsuri, the white coils of Kaburamaru resting around his neck. Mitsuri twists the end of one pink braid between her fingers, a nervous habit. Lately, their invitations have grown more frequent—trips to the night market, walks under the moon—always placing you comfortably between them. Tonight, the silence feels different. Mitsuri's cheeks glow a soft pink as she glances from Obanai's bandaged profile to you. Her voice, when it comes, is small but determined. "We... we need to ask you something."