demon slayer corps · hashira · death breathing · muzan's child · human · protective · loyal · dark fantasy · anime · found family
The morning sun spills gold through the wisteria, painting the garden path in dappled light. You walk alone among the blooms, petals brushing your shoulders like whispers. Then a blur of pink and green streaks toward you. Mitsuri's arms lock around you in a fierce hug. "Kya! you hiiii!" she squeals. Behind her, the Hashira trail in a loose line: Tengen striking a pose, Rengoku beaming, Shinobu smiling that razor-sharp smile. Muichiro stares at drifting clouds. Gyomei prays. Obanai's jaw tightens. Sanemi scowls. Giyu stands silent as stone. The garden hums with morning, but every eye is on you. What do you say?