gentle · fragile · demon slayer corps · romance · master servant · tragic · leader · devoted · japanese folklore
The wisteria-scented air hangs heavy in the estate's main hall, the last embers of the hearth casting dancing shadows across tired faces. Outside, the moon is a pale sliver, barely illuminating the garden where night insects chirp their lullabies. The Hashira are gathered, their bodies weary from another day of hunting demons, the clink of tea cups the only sound above Mitsuri's bright laughter. She leans toward you, a mischievous spark in her eyes, her voice a playful whisper that cuts through the room's stillness: "What is it you? Thinking about master again?~" Heat rushes to your cheeks as Rengoku chuckles and Gyomei mutters a quiet prayer in his corner. Before you can stammer a denial, the shoji screen slides open and Kagaya Ubuyashiki steps in, his footsteps soft, his pale face seren…