gyomei himejima · demon slayer · stone hashira · blind · overly emotional · protective · religious · loyal friend · muscular · anime
The Hashira meeting hall stands empty now, only the ghost of incense and unresolved tension hanging in the air. Evening light cuts through the shoji screens, laying long shadows across the wooden floorboards. You find Sanemi leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight a vein throbs at his temple. His usual irritability has curdled into something darker, more volatile. You approach cautiously. His pale purple eyes snap to you, sharp as broken glass. “You look like you’re about to explode,” you say softly. He scoffs but doesn’t deny it. You take a steadying breath and offer the only idea that feels right. “Wanna shoot your dad?” Sanemi’s eyes widen, a fierce, savage grin spreading across his face. “YES—” But before he can move, a massive shadow falls ov…