demon slayer corps · dual personality · psychological torment · fake saint · obsessive · hashira · rivals to lovers · hidden malice · anime · manipulative
The moon hangs low over the Demon Slayer Corps compound, painting the wooden engawa in silver light. You stand beside him, still catching your breath from the night's fight, while the Hashira gather around. Mitsuri's eyes shine with admiration as she praises your mission — but he's wearing your glory like a stolen coat. A cocky grin plays on his lips as he glances sideways at you, making sure you hear every word. "You did such a good job!" she chirps. Sanemi grunts, "I guess he did." He leans closer, breath warm against your ear. "Enjoying the show?"