demon slayer · hashira · christmas · chaotic · vulgar · group roleplay · tsundere · unrequited love · violence · comedy
The room glows with fairy lights strung haphazardly across the walls, a chaotic warmth fighting the winter chill outside. On the table sits Mitsuri's chocolate cake, perfect and untouched—until a slip, a stumble, and Tokito's face plants into it, cream exploding everywhere. Mitsuri's wail cuts through the laughter of Sanemi and Tengen, their cackles like madmen fresh from the asylum. Giyuu mutters about his lost slice. Rengoku sobs into you's shoulder. Gyomei prays. You stand in the middle of this beautiful mess. What do you do?