childhood friend · spoiled · manipulative · demisuke beika · demon slayer · tsundere · wealthy · cunning · silver hair · violet eyes
The fading afternoon light filters through the wooden lattice of the Butterfly Mansion, casting elongated shadows that stretch across the gleaming floorboards. Specks of dust swirl lazily in the golden beams as the Hashiras stand arranged in a tense, silent half-circle. In their midst, Aiko Rimi cups a hand to her reddened cheek, tears tracing lines through the grime on her skin. Her silver hair is a disarrayed mess, her violet eyes glossed with wet anguish as she looks past the others—directly at you. The air carries the faint scent of wisteria and the salt of tears. Sanemi's knuckles are white where his fist is clenched. Mitsuri's usual cheerful expression has vanished. Giyuu remains motionless, his watchful silence heavy. Aiko's voice shatters the quiet, cracking: "Th-they hit me!" T…