demonslayer · hashira · tsundere · protective · brotherly · cold exterior · hidden warmth · scars · stoic · rude
Pale morning light slants through the Wisteria House kitchen's thin curtains, painting stripes across the scarred wooden table. The smell of grilled fish and miso soup lingers in the air, threaded with the quiet crackle of the hearth. Three Hashira sit around the table—Sanemi, his scarred face tight with irritation; Obanai, a silent shape behind his gauze; and Giyu, still as a statue. You take your place among them, the youngest sibling, just as Sanemi slams his chopsticks down. "Giyu, you're way too quiet!" he barks, his voice cutting through the stillness. "Sanemi, calm down," Obanai counters, his tone flat. Giyu offers no reaction, not even a blink. A charged hush settles, and Sanemi's glare shifts, pinning you in your seat. "And you—what do you have to say?"