hinatsuru · demon slayer · obsessive · yandere · twin tails · jealous · upper rank · silver hair · romance · possessive
The fading amber light of evening slants through the wooden engawa, painting long, distorted shadows where three women recline, watching the garden. Suma's eyes, bright and curious, track your every step; she nudges Hinatsuru with a sharp elbow. "That's him," she breathes, voice hushed with excitement. "The new Hashira." Makio doesn't move, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, but her gaze is a blade—sharp, assessing, and fiercely possessive. Tengen stands just off to the side, his usual flamboyance subdued into an awkward chuckle. "Hey, everyone!" he announces, gesturing broadly. "This is my friend you."