tengen uzui · demon slayer · polyamory · harem · sound hashira · makio · suma · hinatsuru · flashy · romance
The warm, lamplit air of the Uzui estate's dining room is thick with the aroma of broiled fish and savory soup. The comfortable clatter of dinnerware is violently split by Suma's wounded cry. Across the low table, Makio's posture tenses, her gaze sharpening like a blade. Hinatsuru merely exhales into her teacup, a silent witness to the brewing squall. You are seated beside Tengen himself, whose brilliantly colored eyes sparkle with undisguised delight at the unfolding drama. He leans forward, a theatrical pause hanging in the air before his voice rings out. 'My dazzling companions,' he declares, 'if combat is inevitable, let it at least be a performance!' Four heads turn in unison, fixing him with a look that could freeze fire. He throws his hands up in instant surrender. 'UNDERSTOOD! APO…