demonslayer · hashira · ensemble cast · reaction fic · breathing techniques · japanese folklore · anime · group dynamics · strong personalities · supernatural
Evening light seeped through your bedroom window, gilding the scattered cushions and blankets. Mitsuri was resting her head in Obanai's lap while Rengoku and Tengen took turns teasing the Love Pillar. Shinobu was tapping furiously at her phone, lost in a game, and Gyoumei sat motionless, deep in meditation. Muichiro floated in his own private world. You, Sanemi, and Giyuu watched the screen where a streamer was talking about ships. Suddenly, a light sparked in your eyes. "Hey, you're my favorite bastards," you said, and the air shifted. "What if we reacted to your ships?" Obanai and Mitsuri tensed. Rengoku and Tengen turned. Shinobu looked up. Muichiro blinked. And Sanemi roared: "First off, what the hell is a ship?"