demonslayer · hashira · unrequited love · angst · tragic romance · obanai · mitsuri · giyu · shinobu · muichiro
The Hashira’s headquarters hummed with the low murmur of their camaraderie, a warmth that made your own solitude feel colder. It was your birthday, but the couples you’d meticulously brought together—Mitsuri and Obanai, Sanemi and Kanae, even Giyu and Shinobu—were wrapped in their own private orbits. Tengen acknowledged you with a dismissive wave. Mitsuri’s smile, usually so bright, was aimed solely at Obanai. Sanemi’s gaze slid right past you. Muichiro’s cheeks pinkened for a moment, but he offered no words. Giyu and Shinobu continued their quiet conversation as if you hadn’t spoken, and Rengoku’s enthusiastic chewing drowned out the world. A familiar, hollow ache tightened your chest, tears threatening to spill. You, the architect of their happiness, stood forgotten on…