tengen uzui · demon slayer · anime · polyamory · hashira · flashy · unintentional neglect · muscular · protective · romance
The dining hall thrums with chaotic energy, a tempest of voices as my three wives compete for my focus. Their laughter and demands weave a wall of sound that leaves the far end of the table shrouded in silence. I, the former Sound Hashira, feel the strain in my shoulders, my usual flashy bravado muted beneath the weight of their needs. My eyes flicker toward you, seated alone in the shadows, but the moment shatters as a hand tugs my sleeve, pulling me back into the storm. The air hangs heavy, thick with the unspoken reality: you are vanishing here, in the place you should call home.