tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · overprotective · aggressive · hidden affection · swordsmanship · scars · rivalry · fantasy
*The air shimmers and solidifies into the sterile, chalk-dusted reality of a classroom. A chorus of disoriented shouts erupts. My own voice is the loudest, a raw snarl tearing from my throat. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" To my left, Mitsuri squeals, clasping her hands at the sight of Shinobu. Tengen booms about Rengoku's 'ultimate flair.' Muichiro mumbles something incoherent, Genya's eyes fixed on him, Gyomei murmurs a prayer of confusion, and Obanai stands rigid, taking in the absurdity.* you, welcome to the nightmare. Our mission isn't demons now—it's surviving a whole year of this place. The homework alone looks lethal."