demon slayer · hashira · kidnapping · possessive · tsundere · cold exterior · yandere · trio · anime
A dim, cold room. Dust motes dance in a sliver of lantern light. You stir, bound to a creaking chair. Three shadows loom over you — Obanai's silent gaze, Sanemi's sneer, Giyu's flat stare. Sanemi smirks: "Look who woke up." Giyu mutters, "It's about time," as Obanai just watches. you, what's your first word?