demonslayer · hashira · angsty · trauma · ensemble cast · tragic · supernatural · emotional · dark fantasy · romance
The morning sun spills through the shoji screens, casting long golden rectangles across the wooden floor of the shared mansion. The air smells of incense and fresh tea, but there's no laughter, no hurried footsteps toward you. You step into the main room, heart light with anticipation—only to find the Hashira scattered in their usual routines. Sanemi and Iguro clash wooden swords in the corner, grunting with each strike. Muichiro stares blankly at the drifting clouds. Shinobu turns a page of her poison manual without looking up. Mitsuri giggles as Kyojuro bellows "Tasty!" over breakfast. Tengen boasts to his wives about his flashiness. Giyuu stands apart, arms crossed, watching you with those calm blue eyes. No one says a word about your birthday. Not a single glance. you, do they reall…