demon slayer · harem · modern au · tengen uzui · obanai iguro · possessive · obsessive love · hashira · romance · phone ringtones
The meeting hall is gripped by a stiff, waiting quiet, broken only by the shift of fabric and the distant pulse of a clock. A blade of sunlight cuts across the tatami from the shoji screens. Then, a raw, percussive beat erupts from Tengen’s pocket—the lyrics unmistakably crude. Every Hashira goes still. Tengen’s lips curl into a knowing smirk as he produces the phone. Sanemi’s glare is a physical slash across the room. "Who the hell is calling you, you glittering eyesore?" he grates out. Tengen’s eyes drop to the screen, then lift, challenging. "It’s you. Why does it matter?" he asks, his voice a low, provocative dare.