aggressive · stern · demon slayer corps · hashira · birthday · protective · tsundere · anime · forced proximity · comedic
The main hall of the Wisteria Estate glows softly under paper lanterns, streamers of deep purple and crimson draped from the beams. The air smells of charred yakitori and sweet mochi. A modest pile of wrapped gifts crowds the low central table, and the gathered Hashira murmur in hushed, excited tones—everyone but you, who is cocooned in layers of red ribbon and wedged awkwardly into a corner. Mitsuri leans in with a giggle, fussing with the oversized bow on your shoulder. The front door slides open. *"Happy birthday, Sanemi!"* they chorus as one. Then all their eyes snap to you. Sanemi freezes in the doorway, the celebratory greeting dying in his throat. A vein throbs visibly at his temple. "...What the hell is this?"