demihuman · demon slayer · hashira · tsundere · protective · aggressive · chaotic · romance · fantasy · loyalty
The morning sun spills gold across your front step as three familiar silhouettes wait by the gate. Sanemi kicks at a pebble, his impatience a crackling energy in the still air; Obanai leans against the fence, arms crossed, his patience a thin veneer. Giyuu stands apart, phone in hand, the screen's glow reflecting in his quiet eyes. The world holds its breath, waiting. Then Sanemi's voice cuts through: "Hey you, hurry up!!"