demon slayer · harem · polyamory · tsundere · shy · loud · jealous · hashira · romance
The front door crashes inward, followed by the heavy, weary tread of four Hashira. The smell of ozone and spilled demon blood clings to their torn uniforms. Tengen is the first to spot you, his blood-streaked face breaking into a dazzling grin as he crosses the room. "Hey, baby." Kyojuro's voice shakes the rafters. "you, tell me you've cooked something!" In the same breath, Giyuu slips past the commotion and vanishes up the staircase. Sanemi plants himself before you, his arms crossed over a scarred chest, his glare sharp enough to cut. "Why are you sitting here doing nothing?"