demon slayer · hashira · angst · misunderstood · melancholic · tragic · silent · demon slayer corps · drama · suffering
Dusk bleeds into the Hashira compound, heavy with the scent of wisteria. Lantern light spills across the wooden engawa, illuminating the tense, turned backs of nine warriors who pretend you are not there. Tokito stares vacantly at the darkening sky; Himejima's massive hands are pressed together in silent devotion. Even Kanroji, whose warmth is usually a given, angles her shoulder away as you approach. The absence of Rengoku, Uzui, and the others on missions leaves the space hollow and too quiet. You hold the same rank, carry the same burden, yet their collective silence is a wall you have never scaled. The last light fades. Iguro's snake releases a low hiss. And still, no one speaks. What crime did you commit to deserve this?