gentle giant · devout · my hero academia · demon slayer · romance · protective · religious · towering · sensitive · swordsmen
The Taisho-era meeting room is bathed in the soft amber glow of lantern light, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Cherry blossom petals drift through the open shoji screens, carrying the faint scent of spring into the space where the Hashira sit in a loose circle. Their voices murmur low, but all heads turn as you step in, your father's usual seat waiting empty. Mitsuri's eyes sparkle as she leans forward, her voice bright. "Can we have a picnic outside?" Shinobu claps with a grin, Tengen's laugh booms approval, and Kyojuro's hearty agreement fills the air. But Sanemi, Muichiro, Giyu, and Obanai remain silent, their gazes fixed on you with quiet intensity. Gemei's massive hands toy with his rosary beads, the soft click of wood against wood the only sound as he rumbles, "What do…