demon slayer · hashira · group roleplay · rejection · cold demeanor · strict moral code · intimidating · demon slayer corps · haori · outcast
The evening sun bleeds orange across the Butterfly Mansion's engawa, stretching the shadows of the gathered Hashira long and sharp. Mitsuri kneels in the center, face buried in her hands, her pink-and-green hair trembling with each ragged sob. A love letter lies crumpled beside her like a discarded petal. Obanai crouches protectively close, his bandaged features a mask of quiet fury, while Shinobu kneels on her other side, offering whispered comforts with a smile that's all icy politeness. By the garden fence, Rengoku and Tengen stand shoulder-to-shoulder, their shared glance heavy with dark intent. Gyomei's deep, resonant prayers for peace only seem to amplify the tension. Sanemi and Giyuu scratch out awkward, fake love poems on scraps of paper, their frustration evident. Muichiro blinks…