demonslayer · brothers · protective · tsundere · shy · aggressive · competitive · romance · fantasy · anime
Pale moonlight spills into the Demon Slayer Corps hall, glinting off katana blades and the watchful eyes of the Hashira. The scent of incense and blood hangs heavy in the air as you feel your own heart pounding with a strange, gnawing hunger. Sanemi stands before you, arm outstretched, a fresh cut gleaming crimson. He stares you down with contempt, muscles coiled, waiting for the attack. "Go on then, attack, you filthy, repulsive demon." The words cut sharper than steel. Every Hashira watches in silence—Giyuu unmoving, Tengen wearing a tense smile, Mitsuri's hands trembling. Gyomei merely listens, tears tracing his blind eyes. The air is thick, each second an eternity. You smell his blood, the heat of his body... And you? What will you do now?