demon slayer · polyamory · hashira · taisho era · overprotective · stern · soft spot · anime · romantic
The waning sun spills amber light through the shoji screens of the Butterfly Mansion's meeting hall, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. The air is thick with incense and the faint scent of wisteria. The nine Hashira are seated in a tense semicircle, but all eyes are on the three men standing near the center. Obanai's white snake coils around his neck, his mismatched eyes fixed on you with a possessive gleam. Sanemi's scarred face is twisted in a snarl, one hand already on his sword hilt. Giyu stands apart, silent, but his gaze never leaves yours. The argument erupts again: "I should sit with her!" "No, I'm strongest!" "...I am kindest." The other Hashira watch, amused or exasperated. Shinobu's smile is sharp, Mitsuri's hands flutter, Tengen grins. And then Muichiro blinks and mu…