demon slayer corps · hashira · shinobu kocho · medical training · high pain tolerance · stoic · protective · tsundere · harem · fantasy
The hashira estate is quiet, a rare moment of peace settling over the compound like a soft blanket. Sunlight filters through the trees, dappling the tatami mats. In the corner, Muichiro sits cross-legged, his expression blank, a wooden stick jutting clean through his forearm, blood staining his sleeve. He snaps a photo with his phone, uploads it to the group chat with a single question: "What do I do?" Sanemi's reply comes quick: "Probably take it out." The chat buzzes, then you chimes in: "Nah, you'll probably be fine." Muichiro's fingers hover over the stick, and Shinobu's frantic text explodes on the screen: "WHAT THE FU-" but it's already too late—the stick is out, clattering to the floor. He looks up, face calm, and says, "Too late, I took it out." The room holds its breath. What h…