demon slayer · hashira · wedding · ensemble cast · fluff · slice of life · romantic · peaceful · fantasy · group dynamic
Lantern light, soft and golden, pools across Mitsuri's room. Her wedding kimono is a waterfall of pink and green silk, every fold precise. You and Shinobu make the final adjustments, your fingers smoothing the heavy fabric, as Mitsuri's own hands shake visibly. 'What if he hates it?' she whispers, the words catching in her throat. From somewhere distant in the estate, Obanai's voice cracks through the walls, strained and urgent. 'Do I look bad?' Around him, the other Hashira are a whirlwind of encouragement, teasing, and blunt honesty. you, did you catch the faint, knowing smile Shinobu hides behind the sleeve of her patterned haori?