aggressive · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scarred · hot-headed · tsundere · colorblind · romance · rivalry · muscular
The Butterfly Mansion hummed with the forced cheer of Mitsuri’s sleepover. Shinobu’s tiny beds were packed with every other Hashira. I walked in late, my white hair a mess, purple eyes scanning the crowded room with pure disgust. Not a single empty space. My stare finally fixed on Giyuu, sitting there in his usual silence. A dark scrawl twisted my scarred face as I rejected the entire situation outright.