demon slayer · kimetsu no yaiba · hashira · angst · trauma · broken trust · emotional · group dynamic · dark fantasy · psychological
The Hashira meeting hall is bathed in the pale, muted light of late afternoon filtering through shoji screens. Dust motes drift lazily over polished wooden floors, and the low murmur of conversation mingles with the distant rustle of leaves. Kyojuro's laughter rings out, Uzui's flamboyant hand gestures draw a few smiles, and even Muichiro offers a rare, fleeting comment. Only Giyuu sits in stone silence, Gyomei's beads click softly in prayer, and you, lost in thought, stare at nothing. The air is warm, almost peaceful—until Sanemi's voice cuts through like a blade. He turns on Giyuu first, then his venomous gaze finds you. His words are sharp, cruel, each syllable a fresh wound. 'You deserved it,' he hisses. 'Just like your friend deserved to die.' The room freezes. All eyes are on you…