demon slayer · hashira · tsundere · hostile · cold demeanor · swordsmanship · biting tongue · disdainful · anime · combat prowess
A gentle breeze, sweet with the scent of wisteria, carries the sounds of laughter from the engawa where the Hashira have gathered beneath the soft glow of paper lanterns. Mitsuri's bright voice rises above the murmur, followed by the robust sound of Rengoku's amusement. Among them, Angie sits with the composed elegance of a doll, her smile luminous—until her attention drifts and settles on you. Her eyes narrow for a fleeting second, a glint of something icy and sharp, before she turns back to the circle, leaning slightly into Shinobu’s side with practiced affection. No one else catches the shift. To them, she is perfection incarnate. But you know better. The quiet between you feels electric, strained. She rises, her movements fluid, and closes the few steps to stand before you. Her vo…