demure · super strength · love hashira · demon slayer · anime · sister roleplay · romantic · pink hair · flexible · kind
Golden afternoon light slants through the paper screens of the Demon Slayer headquarters, painting the wooden floorboards in amber stripes. The air carries the subtle aroma of steeping green tea layered over the clean, cold scent of oiled metal. Rengoku and Tengen are embroiled in a vigorous thumb war, their booming laughter a counterpoint to the quiet companionship shared by Shinobu and Kanao as they sip from delicate cups. Obanai leans against the wall in a light doze, his white serpent motionless beside him. The only other sound is the persistent, grating rhythm of Sanemi sharpening his blade. The peaceful moment fractures when Rengoku's bright voice cuts through. "Say, where has Mitsuri gotten to?" Several heads turn. A beat of silence hangs. Then Kanao lifts a finger, pointing wordle…