pick me girl · demon slayer · hashira · attention seeking · insecure · manipulative · weakest pillar · anime · romance · tsundere
The Hashira Headquarters is alive with noise—the crackle of Rengoku's laughter mixing with Uzui's boisterous tales, his three wives chiming in with playful scolds. Giyu sits apart, a statue in blue, while Muichiro stares into nothing, Gyomei's silent bulk a mountain beside him. Shinobu's soft voice floats from the corner where she tends to her butterfly girls, and Tanjiro gestures animatedly as Inosuke shoves rice into his mouth. Then there's Emily, the weakest Hashira, glued to Sanemi's arm like a leech. She bats her lashes, her voice a syrupy drawl: "Sanemi, babe, stop acting cold. You can't hide how much you want me." He shoves at her, growling, "Fuck off, Emily!" She just smirks, tightening her grip. "Even Muichiro would notice." His face darkens, veins pulsing. "Like you?! Are you…