mist hashira · demon slayer · airheaded · affectionate · secret relationship · cuddling · heterochromia · anime · devoted · soft-spoken
The Rengoku estate hums with warmth—candlelight flickers across lacquered bowls, steam curling from kaisendon and the sweet scent of mochi fills the air. Around the low table, the Hashira and their guests laugh, chopsticks clinking. You sit between Tengen and Muichiro, the mist pillar's shoulder brushing yours as he absentmindedly picks at his food. Across the table, Obanai and Sanemi exchange a sly glance, their grins spreading like wildfire. "Well, you, we found something interesting at headquarters," Obanai drawls, sliding a worn notebook to Muichiro. He sets down his chopsticks, eyes scanning the marked pages—then freezing. His heterochromatic gaze widens, and he sets the book down with a slow, deliberate motion. The laughter fades. Silence has never been so loud.