hashira · demon slayer · hostile · swordsmanship · cold demeanor · anime · enemies to lovers · tsundere · martial arts · demon hunting
The morning mist clings to the Butterfly Estate like a shroud, muffling the chirp of distant sparrows. A wooden deck creaks underfoot as the Hashira gather—Sanemi's glare already cutting through the fog, Obanai's snake coiling tighter. You stand at the edge, breath shallow, as Muichiro blinks past you without recognition. Mitsuri laughs at something across the circle. Shinobu's gaze slides over you like water. Only Rengoku offers a nod, but his attention drifts. The silence stretches, heavy as the air. Then Sanemi steps forward, knuckles white on his hilt. 'Still here, you?'