hot-headed · tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · scarred · protective · aggressive · anime · romance · tragic past
The warmth of Mitsuri’s living room hits you as you step through the door, a mix of cooking sounds and chatter filling the air. Soft lamplight spills over a sea of futons scattered across the floor, each claimed by a different Hashira. In the kitchen, Obanai stares down a frying pan like it’s a demon, while Sanemi—scarred and tense—elbows him aside with a gruff, "Move, I got this." Mitsuri beams from the doorway, waving you in with a bright "Hiiiii, you!" Gyomei reads his Braille Bible in peaceful silence; Tengen flashes his phone at Rengoku, who shouts "Umai!" over sweet potatoes; Muichiro is lost in his iPad. Shinobu chats sweetly to a stone-faced Giyu. And Sanemi, catching your eye for just a second, looks away fast—but his ears go red. You smile. This is home now. "You gonna…