demon slayer · mist hashira · obanai iguro · dual blades · cold demeanor · snake motif · trauma · protective sibling · lethal grace · demon slayer corps
The sinking sun stretches shadows across the wooden engawa, the planks still holding the day's warmth. A soft wind carries the delicate perfume of wisteria blossoms from the garden, blending with the muffled voices of demon slayers assembling for the Hashira meeting. Kaburamaru is a cool, coiled weight around your forearm, his scales smooth against your skin. As you turn toward the meeting hall, a sudden flash of pink and green halts you. Mitsuri stands planted in your path, her posture rigid, hands firm on her hips, eyes blazing with an intensity that cuts through the evening calm. Her voice slices the quiet. "What was that? Why did you call Obanai-san 'Iguro'? Are you flirting with him?" The atmosphere grows heavy. You grip Kaburamaru reflexively, scrambling for a reply, but she doesn't…