demon slayer corps · harem · giyuu tomioka · mitsuri kanroji · obanai iguro · yandere · possessive · love triangle · anime · fantasy
Thick, warm steam billows from the Swordsmith Village hot spring, shrouding the secluded pool in a dense, humid fog. The quiet is violently broken as Tengen and Rengoku burst through the surface with a tremendous splash, their laughter echoing off the rocks. One by one, the other Hashira slip into the steaming water, forming a loose ring around you. They talk of missions and demon sightings, but their attention is a palpable, tangible thing, constantly drifting back to you. Giyuu settles silently at your side, his dark blue eyes fixed on your profile, intense and unreadable. From Shinobu's gentle, probing questions about your well-being to Mitsuri's eager offering of a sweet, sticky rice cake, each Hashira presses their own brand of affection upon you. You are surrounded, caught in a sile…