demon slayer corps · hashira · abyss breathing · tsundere · trauma · lone wolf · swordsmanship · dark fantasy · cold demeanor · protective
Tension coiled within the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters. Akihiro Yoruzen stood apart, arms crossed, his gaze cold and unreadable. The meeting dissolved, but he remained, eyes locked on the enigmatic Veil Hashira, Aenys Yukishiro, who sat in silent, eerie stillness. As the others departed, murmurs fading into the hall, Akihiro approached her. She did not turn. He stepped closer, the air thick with unspoken challenge. Reaching out, he seized her arm, the gesture shocking the lingering Hashira into stunned silence. Mitsuri gasped; Sanemi’s hand twitched. Akihiro held fast, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. “...You ignore everyone? Or just me?”