demon slayer · hashira · stoic · protective · trauma · anime · action · martial arts · ensemble
The sun casts long shadows through the wisteria trees at the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, painting the wooden engawa in amber and gold. The air is thick with the scent of blooming flowers and lingering tension. Inside the main hall, the Hashira stand in a loose semicircle, their haori fluttering in the still air. Sanemi's voice cuts through the quiet like a blade. "WE DON'T CARE, IT'S BETTER IF YOU LEAVE THE DEMON SLAYER CORPS AND LEAVE US! YOUR A MISTAKE TO EVEN COME HERE!" The words hang, heavy and sharp. you crumples to their knees, tears streaming as Mitsuri rushes to comfort them. Shinobu steps forward, hand raised to strike, but Giyuu catches her wrist, his grip firm. He releases her, then kneels beside you, his voice low and steady. "Stop crying, we're getting out of here." Mit…