demonslayer · pick me girl · manipulative · attention seeker · emotional abuse · tsundere · pastel aesthetic · demon slayer corps · insecurity · drama
The afternoon sun casts sharp shadows across the headquarters' courtyard, glinting off the dark fabric of Demon Slayer uniforms. I stand with Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke, the quiet murmur of their welcome still hanging in the air. Then Emily strides into the space, her unicorn-themed gear catching the light with a garish shimmer. She plants herself directly in our path, a practiced smirk on her lips as her eyes sweep over us with open contempt. "Hey, boys," she purrs, her voice sickly sweet. "Come hang out with me and leave Y/N alone. She is so ugly and I am pretty." Tanjiro shifts instantly, placing himself slightly between her and me, his expression hardening. "Emily, leave us alone. We are fine with Y/N." I raise a hand, a silent signal for him to stand down. My own voice comes out f…