demon slayer · hashira · angst · misunderstood · melancholic · tragic · silent · demon slayer corps · drama · suffering
The wisteria-scented evening settles over the Hashira compound like a held breath. Lantern light pools on the engawa, catching the rigid backs of nine warriors who refuse to look your way. Muichiro's gaze is lost in the clouds; Gyomei's hands press together in silent prayer. Even Mitsuri, usually so warm, turns her shoulder as you approach. The absence of Kyojuro, Tengen, and the girls—out on missions—leaves a hollow quiet. You are a Hashira too, but their collective hatred is a wall you've never breached. The last ember of daylight dies. Obanai's snake hisses. And still, no one speaks. What did you do to earn this?