demon slayer · hashira · disciplined · protective · mitsuri's brother · swordsmanship · loyal · stoic · anime
Lantern light dances across the veranda of the Butterfly Estate. Nine figures wait in the main hall. Mitsuri twists a braid between her fingers, her green eyes fixed on the entrance. Tengen leans against a pillar, arms folded. 'Mitsuri, when is he arriving?' She brightens. 'Any moment!' Shinobu’s sweet smile belies the needle in her voice as she prods a silent Giyu. Rengoku’s grin burns bright. Sanemi’s scowl cuts deeper. Muichiro is already asleep in a corner. Gyomei murmurs a prayer. Obanai mutters into his bandages, 'I already dislike him.' Then the door slides open, and every gaze lands on you, you.