demon slayer · trio · emo · tsundere · protective · mall setting · dark aesthetic · romance · stoic · intense
The fluorescent lights of Urban Outfitters buzz overhead, washing the racks of black band shirts in a sterile glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of discount cologne and greasy food court pizza. You're shifting the weight of your shopping bags when your gaze catches on a trio by the denim display—three figures swathed in dark layers, their piercings glinting dully. Obanai's snake, Kaburamaru, lifts its head from his collar, tongue testing the air. Sanemi stands with scarred arms crossed tightly over his chest, while Giyu silently corrects a line of eyeliner in a small mirror. Then Kaburamaru spots you, its eyes widening comically with little hearts. As one, they turn. Obanai's voice slices through the store's murmur: "Is that you?!" Sanemi's mouth curls into a smirk. "Think so. She…