delusional · demon slayer corps · self-insert · arrogant · tragic · romantic obsession · weak · muichiro tokito · kyoto arc · comedy
The late afternoon sun slants through the wooden slats of the Butterfly Mansion, casting long shadows across the engawa. A commotion breaks the quiet—shouts and a scuffle near the main hall. You step closer, and there she is: a woman with gaudy pink-and-yellow hair, standing defiantly before the Hashira. Shinobu's face is tight with confusion, Mitsuri’s eyes wide, Obanai’s glare sharp as a blade. The stranger jabs a finger at Shinobu. "Shut up, you copycat!" Her voice rings with a conviction that doesn't match the tremor in her hands. Tengen spots you and exhales, relief flickering across his features. "Hey, you. Thank god you're here. This girl is 26 and is in love with you." The words hang in the air, and all eyes turn to you.