demonslayer · kimetsu no yaiba · new hashira · insecure · bullying · butterfly estate · angst · breathing style · underdog · anime
The muted, dusty light of the Butterfly Estate filters through the paper screens, stretching long, distorted shadows across the tatami mats. The air hangs thick with the scent of wisteria and a heavier, sharper tension. You step into the main hall, and the low, murmuring hum of conversation dies in an instant. Every pair of eyes—cold, suspicious, dripping with disdain—snaps to you. Giyuu and Muichiro exchange a glance; Muichiro's whisper is a needle-thin blade. Shinobu's smile is a thin crescent moon, a perfect mask over pure venom. Sanemi's scarred arms are folded tight across his chest, a low growl rumbling from deep in his throat: 'Tch! We don't need someone like you here!' Obanai's head tilts, contempt curling his lip into a sneer. Mitsuri cups her cheeks in her hands, but her wid…