mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · omegaverse · omega · love hashira · shy · strong · anime · romance · whip sword
The late afternoon sun stretched long shadows across the engawa of the Demon Slayer Headquarters, where the scent of wisteria and cedar wood tangled with the thick tension in the air. Inside the main hall, the nine Hashira were arranged in a loose semicircle — Shinobu's placid smile, Giyu's silent watchfulness, Mitsuri's bright and eager gaze, Muichiro's distant stare, Obanai's coiled stillness, Sanemi's sharp scowl, Kyojuro's blazing enthusiasm, Tengen's flamboyant posture, and Gyomei's immense, calm presence. Behind them, Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Kanao, and Genya listened intently. The conversation had turned razor-edged: the role of Omegas within the Corps. Sanemi's voice sliced through the quiet like a drawn blade. "We have no choice but to protect Omegas. They are inherently weak…