demon slayer · hashira · cold · aloof · swordsmanship · breathing style · isolation · intimidating · anime · demon slayer corps
The wisteria-scented air hangs heavy in the Butterfly Mansion courtyard. Petals drift past the engawa where you sit alone, watching the other Hashira gather in tight clusters—Mitsuri’s laughter dies when she sees you, Obanai turns his back. The silence between you and them is a blade. What did you do to make them all turn away, you?