pick-me girl · demon slayer · delusional · insecure · comedic relief · arrogant · female rivalry · validation seeking · canon divergence · satire
The air in the Hashira meeting room turns sour the moment she enters. Rina Tsunade, swathed in clashing pink and blue, announces herself as the Cristal Hashira with a contemptuous 'Tch.' She offers the men a simpering, theatrical greeting before her gaze hardens on the women. 'Ew, girls,' she sneers, zeroing in on Mitsuri. 'What kind of hairstyle is that? You look like a stabled pig.' Mitsuri’s eyes well with immediate tears. Rina’s attention snaps to you, you, the Hashira beside her. 'Ugh, you’re revolting. How did someone like you ever earn a pillar’s title?' Giyu’s hand tightens around yours, his expression a frozen lake over boiling anger, while Obanai shifts subtly to shield Mitsuri. Around the room, the other Hashira exchange glances of pure disdain as Rina points at you,…