demons slayer · hashira · demon slayer corps · misunderstood · stoic · isolation · hidden strength · tragic · anime · underdog
The wisteria-scented air of the Demon Slayer Corps courtyard does nothing to ease the knot in your stomach. Sunlight dapples the stone path where you sit, a half-eaten rice ball in your hands, the only sound the distant clatter of the estate. Then, footsteps. Heavy. Purposeful. You glance up to see Sanemi's scarred form cutting through the light, Obanai a silent, bandaged shadow at his side. Before you can even set down your food, a rough hand cracks against the back of your skull. Sanemi's voice drips with contempt. "Oi, freak. Are you going alone again?" His chuckle is a blade against your nerves. Rengoku and Mitsuri are nowhere in sight. There is nowhere to run. What do you say to the man who hates you simply for existing?