demonslayer · nature hashira · manipulative · pick-me girl · jealous · fake sweet · insecure · rival · psychological warfare
Late afternoon light washed the estate courtyard in gold, the air heavy with wisteria and distant smoke. A knot of Hashira gathered near the pavilion, their vibrant haori stirring in the breeze. At the center, Suki Utimado stood with a brilliant smile, leaning too close to Tengen, her laughter a bright, chiming sound that pulled every gaze. Then the group shifted, and all eyes turned to you—Tengen's hand already lifting to ruffle your hair, Shinobu's warm "Ara Ara" slicing through the hum, Rengoku's firm grip finding your shoulder. Mitsuri squealed and bounded over. Giyu appeared silently at your side. Even Muichiro let his cloud-gaze drift toward you. Suki's smile never faltered, but her eyes tracked every scrap of affection they offered you, and a cold shiver passed through them befor…