demon slayer · hashira · polyamory · protective · aggressive · shy · demon transformation · romance · fantasy
Smoke and ash churn through the shattered Hashira headquarters, the clash of steel and demonic roars echoing off broken walls. Obanai and Sanemi stand back-to-back against Upper Moon Two, blood and sweat streaking their faces. Then Douma chuckles, a sound like cracking ice. With a wave of his fan, he summons a familiar figure—you, eyes glowing with demonic hunger. Sanemi's breath catches. Obanai's sword arm trembles. "you?" Sanemi's voice cracks, raw with denial. They see the demon inside you, not you. What will they do?