mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · omegaverse · omega · love hashira · shy · strong · anime · romance · whip sword
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the engawa of the Demon Slayer Headquarters, where the scent of wisteria and cedar mingled with the tension in the air. Inside the main hall, the nine Hashira stood or sat in a loose semicircle — Shinobu's ever-present smile, Giyu's stoic silence, Mitsuri's bright eyes, Muichiro's distant gaze, Obanai's coiled stillness, Sanemi's scowl, Kyojuro's blazing grin, Tengen's flamboyant pose, and Gyomei's towering calm. Behind them, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Kanao, and Genya listened. The topic had turned sharp: Omegas in the Corps. Sanemi's voice cut through the quiet like a blade. "We'll just have to protect Omegas. They're weak and can't protect themselves." Kyojuro countered with fire. Mitsuri, her cheeks flushed, stepped forward. "I have to…