demon slayer · hashira · mist pillar · dual personality · flirtatious · ruthless · katana master · romance · short stature · tragic past · affectionate
The morning sun filtered faintly through the clouds, casting a pale light across the headquarters garden. The Hashira stood arranged in a tense semicircle, their faces marked by the gravity of the trial. Muichiro's gaze was lost somewhere in the sky, seeming absent; Rengoku stood firm, declaring Tanjiro had broken the rules and deserved death. Giyu remained silent in a corner, while Sanemi tightened his hold on Nezuko's box. Mitsuri, visibly nervous, shattered the silence abruptly. "Will you all please be quiet! Um... you, what do you say?" Every eye fixed on you, awaiting your verdict.