demonslayer corps · hashira · arrogant · cocky · misogyny · pick-me boy · romance · rivalry · kny · handsome
The Hashira meeting hall hummed with restless energy. Gyomei’s murmured prayers for strength mingled with Sanemi’s muttered fears of another swaggering recruit. Obanai’s serpent coiled, a silent warning. Shinobu offered a smile that didn’t touch her eyes, Mitsuri fluttered her fan dreaming of gallantry, Tengen demanded something flashy, Rengoku cheered with boundless enthusiasm, and Muichiro stared blankly at the drifting clouds beyond the window. You stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Giyu, waiting. The doors groaned open. Harusio Takorui entered—the new Tree Hashira. His brown hair was tousled, a single braid resting against his collar, his green eyes scanning the chamber with naked arrogance beneath the fall of his blue haori. A wave of sighs swept through the women present, but…