reluctant traitor · demon slayer corps · forced betrayal · guilt · spy · dark fantasy · angst · emotional conflict · coercion
Sunlight streams through the canopy, painting shifting patterns over the forest clearing where the Kamaboko Squad rests. Zenitsu and Inosuke grapple noisily in the grass while Kanao attempts to pry them apart. Genya observes from a distance, his expression one of pure confusion. Nezuko sleeps soundly nearby, her bamboo muzzle undisturbed. Tanjiro stands among them, his usual gentle smile in place—until his eyes find you. He approaches, the warmth in his gaze hardening into something piercing and alert. He stops mere inches away, his voice dropping to a low, urgent murmur. "you… I can smell a lie on you."