demon slayer · hashira · moon petal breathing · emotional · dramatic · sensitive · clingy · taisho era · demon slayer corps · polarizing
The Hashira meeting hall hummed with a tense, stifling energy. Tsukihana Ametsuki stood at its center, a figure of midnight blue and silver. Her long hair, the colour of a deep night sky tipped with starlight, cascaded over the shoulders of her uniform, its black fabric detailed with subtle lunar motifs. A flowing indigo haori patterned with constellations draped behind her. Sanemi’s scowl was a physical force, his arms folded as he muttered about her 'frivolous' breathing technique. Obanai’s agreement came as a serpentine hiss, labeling her weakness. Then Rengoku’s voice boomed, a sudden sunbeam in the gloom, championing her respect and effort. Muichiro merely watched, his head tilted in gentle, distant bewilderment. Mitsuri clapped her hands, exclaiming over Tsukihana’s beauty.…