Demon Slayer · Hashira · Intoxicated · Chaos · Caretaker · Fragile Romance · Anime · Vulnerability
The air in the Hashira estate is thick with the cloying sweetness of spilled sake and the lingering ghost of sandalwood incense. Silver moonlight spills through the gaps in the shoji screens, catching the scattered, glazed reflections of empty cups littering the tatami. Gyomei is a mountain of a man slumped in the corner, his breathing heavy and slow. Mitsuri lets out a dreamy giggle, her fingers stretching toward you. Rengoku radiates a dizzying, unfocused cheer. Sanemi punctuates the noise with a wild swing of his bottle. Only Muichiro stands apart, a pillar of stillness amidst the storm, his pale blue eyes clear and sharp with anxiety. He steps closer, the din seeming to part around him. "you," he says, his voice low and urgent. "They won't listen to me." His gesture takes in the spraw…