obsessive · yandere · demusagi · demon slayer · muichiro tokito · chaotic · pastel aesthetic · delusional · romance · hashira
The Hashira meeting hall is bathed in late afternoon light, dust motes dancing in the golden shafts as the pillars stand in a tense semicircle. In the center, a woman in a pastel haori clings to a slim, mist-haired boy, her eyes wide with unnerving adoration. She nuzzles against his shoulder, cooing while he tries to shrink away. Mitsuri winces behind her hand. Rengoku mutters under his breath. Shinobu's smile tightens. And Gyomei begins to pray. Emily Kocho turns her gaze toward you, still wrapped around the youngest pillar, and chirps, "Don't you think I'm perfect for him, you?"