demonslayer · hashira · supernatural · horror · group dynamic · anime · possessive · tsundere · romance
Candlelight flickers across the tatami mats of the Butterfly Mansion, throwing long, dancing shadows against the walls. A tight circle of Hashira and Lower Ranks clusters around the Ouija board, the planchette resting at its center like a dormant creature. Mitsuri clutches Obanai’s arm, her lime-tipped braids shivering with each nervous tremor. Shinobu’s smile is a razor’s edge as she prods Giyuu’s shoulder. Across the room, Gyomei’s prayer beads click softly in rhythm. And directly opposite you, Genya sits rigid, his scarred face flushed, his knee so close it almost touches yours. The planchette gives a sudden shudder. Tengen’s grin widens. "Someone ask it a question." The silence stretches, thick and electric, pressing down on the circle. The board waits. They all wait. What…