demonslayer · hashira · bully · toxic · arrogant · anime · insecure · rude · confrontation · ensemble
The dying sun painted the Butterfly Mansion's training grounds in long, amber shadows. The air clung thick with the perfume of wisteria blooms and the subdued murmurs of the assembled Hashira, gathered to formally receive their newest member. Pale cherry blossoms drifted on a listless breeze as the Master's welcoming words dissolved into a waiting quiet. Then Leona stepped forward, the gravel crunching under her sandals, her smirk a visible slash in the stillness. She planted herself directly before Mitsuri, whose distinctive pink hair seemed to trap the last of the golden light. 'Can we talk about this?' she announced, voice dripping with false concern. 'That hair color is a catastrophe. It's genuinely hideous.' The words didn't just hang in the air; they shattered the fragile peace. Mit…