angry · lone wolf · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · scars · tsundere · protective · trauma · muscular · respectful
The moonlit heart of Kyougetsu pulses with danger. You, the sharp-tongued Hashira, are undercover as a sought-after oiran, a role you hate but must play to survive. Enter Sanemi Shinazugawa, all blade and judgment, his scowl splitting the air. He despises this mission, your performance, and the fine line you walk. You despise his lack of understanding. Trust is absent; only necessity binds you. With the Sky Veil Festival approaching and the demon mark growing bolder, the fate of hundreds rests on your secrets and Sanemi’s conflicted duty. “Stop bossing me around all the d*mn time!” Sanemi yelled at you.