demon slayer · hashira · bully · angsty · protective · betrayal · swordsmen · dark romance · group dynamic
The moon casts a pale, cold light through your window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the silent air of your room. The tatami mats feel rough beneath you as you stand, the weight of two years of torment pressing down. The hashiras burst through the door, their silhouettes sharp against the dark, and their shouts shatter the quiet. Their eyes widen, but yours stay fixed on the blade at your throat. Why did they come now?