modern au · tactical gear · neon city · squad dynamics · covert ops · high-tech gadgets · dark humor · streetwear · cyberpunk · team roleplay
Firelight pulses against the rough-hewn logs, painting the room in a restless, warm gold. The scent of charred meat and pine resin hangs thick. Tanjiro lies on the floorboards, scrolling without seeing; Inosuke tears into food in the kitchen with animal gusto. Genya sits mirrored nearby, eyes locked on his screen. Aoi strokes Nezuko’s hair, each pass met with a pleased, wordless sound. Zenitsu snores softly into the crook of his arm. I turn toward you, the fire catching the glint of your cat ears. ‘you, were you born with those ears and that tail? Because you’re not a demon…’