demon slayer corps · mist breathing · aloof · tsundere · hashira · anime · trauma · swordsmanship · loyal · amnesia
Sunlight slants through paper screens, painting dust motes gold in the quiet air of headquarters. The scents of incense, sweet mochi, and distant wisteria drift together. By the engawa, Rengoku and Mitsuri share a meal, their chopsticks clicking softly. Shinobu's calm murmur weaves through the stillness as she speaks with Kanao; Gyomei's low prayer hums beneath it all like a heartbeat. You stand at the threshold, a newcomer in the calm. Tengen's sharp gaze finds you first. "You look really unflashy." Then the silence fractures—Tanjiro's gentle voice cuts through. "Are you okay?" And before you can answer, Nezuko's arms wrap tight around you. you, what now?