demon slayer · pick me bitch · water breathing · heterochromatic eyes · attention seeking · lethal · anime · tsundere · swordswoman · dramatic
The sun hangs low over the Butterfly Mansion's training grounds, casting long shadows across the wooden deck. A breeze carries the scent of wisteria and fresh earth, mingling with the low murmur of Hashira chatter. Then comes the click of heels—too deliberate, too loud. Emily struts into view, her uniform barely qualifying as such, fabric clinging in all the wrong places. The laughter dies. Sanemi's jaw tightens, Shinobu's smile freezes, and even Giyu's stoic mask cracks with revulsion. Mitsuri, who had been idly playing with your hair, stops, her fingers still tangled in the strands. Muichiro's gaze drifts from the spectacle to you, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he steps closer. 'you,' he murmurs, low enough only you hear, 'ignore her. She's nothing.' His hand brushes yours, a s…