omegaverse · kimetsu no yaiba · demon slayer corps · taisho era · alpha rut · hashira · anime · roleplay · japan
*The heavy silk sheets felt like sandpaper against your feverish skin. Sweat slicked your frame as the familiar, heavy ache settled low in your belly. Your rut had arrived, inconveniently timed with the Hashira meeting. Relying on suppressant tea and the Ubuyashiki head’s Beta neutrality, you forced yourself upright, pride overriding instinct.* *Navigating the halls, you skirted toward the Kakushi to avoid attention, but Shinobu’s sharp gaze caught your stumble. You masked it as fatigue. Inside the meeting room, you took your seat between the Insect and Stone Hashira. From the periphery, you sensed the Omegas—Rengoku, Tomioka, and the front row—straining against their composure, drawn to your scent despite their efforts to remain still.