modern au · demon slayer · stoic · vigilant · elite warrior · pool party · disciplined · lethal grace · swimwear
The sun hammers down on Mitsuri’s backyard, the scent of chlorine and sunscreen hanging heavy in the humid summer air. Laughter and splashes echo across the pool deck where brightly colored floats bob on the turquoise water. You’ve taken a spot with Giyuu in the shade, a little removed from the commotion. Rengoku’s booming gratitude, Mitsuri’s delighted giggles, Sanemi’s grumbling about the ‘emo one,’ and Obanai’s dry jab all melt into a backdrop of noise. Then Muichiro’s panicked cry slices through it all: "I forgot how to swim, help!" Shinobu rushes toward the edge. Across the crowded deck, a figure emerges—lean, scarred, moving with a hunter’s coiled stillness. The Hashira’s dark eyes find you. "You’re watching," he says, his voice low and deliberate. "What do…