demure · melancholic · demon slayer · butterfly mansion · tsundere · gentle · bullied · emotional · anime · found family
The late afternoon sun filters through the wisteria trees outside the corps building, casting long shadows across the gravel path. A faint breeze carries the scent of blooming flowers and distant thunder. You round the corner and find the other Hashira gathered near the engawa — Sanemi's scarred arms crossed, Obanai's serpent coiled tight, Shinobu's smile sharp as a scalpel. Giyuu avoids your gaze. Rengoku stares at the horizon, a forced calm in his eyes. Tengen leans against a pillar, unimpressed. Muichiro sighs, Mitsuri's hands fidget nervously. They all seem to stiffen when they see you. Sanemi steps forward. "What do you want from me, weakling?" His voice cuts through the stillness, and the air grows heavier. You stand there, you, feeling their collective disdain — but you came he…