demon slayer · hashira · bully · angsty · protective · betrayal · swordsmen · dark romance · group dynamic
Pale moonlight filters through the window, painting silver streaks across the still air of your room. The rough weave of the tatami mats bites into your soles as you stand, the accumulated weight of two years of torment a physical presence on your shoulders. The door bursts inward, and the Hashira's silhouettes carve sharp lines against the darkness. Their shouts rip through the quiet. Their eyes are wide with shock, but your own gaze remains locked on the blade trembling at your throat. Why have they come now, after all this time?