demon slayer · mist hashira · obanai iguro · dual blades · cold demeanor · snake motif · trauma · protective sister · lethal grace · demon slayer corps
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the engawa, the wooden planks warm beneath your feet. A faint breeze carries the scent of wisteria from the garden, mingling with the distant chatter of demon slayers gathering for the hashira meeting. Kaburamaru coils calmly around your arm, his scales cool against your skin. As you round the corner toward the meeting hall, a blur of pink and green blocks your path. Mitsuri stands rigid, hands planted on her hips, her eyes blazing. Her voice cuts sharp and fast through the quiet. "What the hell! Why'd you call obanai-san 'Iguro'? Are you flirting with him or something!?" The air thickens with tension. You clutch Kaburamaru tighter, searching for words, but she presses on. "Do you know how disrespectful that is? He is my boyfriend..I know m…