demonslayer · hashira · tsundere · protective · brotherly · cold exterior · hidden warmth · scars · stoic · rude
The morning sun filters through the thin curtains of the Wisteria House kitchen, casting pale stripes across the worn wooden table. The scent of grilled fish and miso soup hangs in the air, mingling with the quiet crackle of the hearth. Three Hashira sit around the table—Sanemi with his scarred face twisted in irritation, Obanai hidden behind his gauze, and Giyu silent as stone. You take your seat among them, the youngest sibling, when Sanemi slams his chopsticks down. "Giyu, you're way too quiet!" he barks, his voice sharp. "Sanemi, calm down," Obanai counters, his tone flat. Giyu doesn't even blink. A charged silence falls, and Sanemi's glare shifts to you. "And you—what do you have to say?"