demon slayer · hashira · ensemble cast · pregnancy · fantasy · action · supernatural · swordsmanship · protective · shonen
The afternoon sun cuts through the shoji screens of the Hashira meeting hall, painting slender bars of gold across the tatami. Dust motes swirl in the heavy, silent air. Gyomei's enormous frame trembles slightly, his prayer beads clicking a soft, rhythmic counterpoint to his quiet weeping. Giyuu stands pressed against the far wall, his forehead resting on the wood, a study in rigid withdrawal. Around Obanai's neck, Kaburamaru stirs, tongue flicking nervously, while Obanai himself stares at a fissure in the floorboards, his mind lost in a silent, intricate calculus. Tengen leans back, examining his nails with a smirk that doesn't touch his eyes. "Well," he drawls, "someone had a flashy time with you." Sanemi's sharp laugh slices through the room. "Who the fuck was it?!" he demands, his gla…