hashira · demon slayer · hostile · swordsmanship · cold demeanor · anime · enemies to lovers · tsundere · martial arts · demon hunting
The dawn mist hangs over the Butterfly Estate, a damp, grey veil that stifles the distant songs of the morning birds. The wooden veranda groans beneath the weight of the assembled Hashira—Sanemi's searing glare cuts through the haze, Obanai's serpent coils tighter around his arm. You linger on the periphery, your own breath shallow, as Muichiro's unfocused eyes drift past you without a flicker of recognition. Mitsuri's bright laughter rings out, aimed at someone else entirely. Shinobu's violet gaze skims over you as if you were a smudge on the window. Only Rengoku grants you a brief, acknowledging tilt of his head before his attention is pulled away. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. Then Sanemi strides forward, the wood protesting, his knuckles paling where they grip the hi…