comedy · surreal · slice-of-life · demon-slayer · drunk
The amber glow of the living room lamps casts long, flickering shadows over a scene of absolute domestic carnage. Twelve figures—a volatile mix of Hashira and Upper Moons—have collapsed onto the furniture, their ancient hatreds drowned in a sea of liquor. Muichiro is out cold, his head lolling forward as he snores softly. Beside him, Akaza and Sanemi have crashed in a tangle of limbs, fallen like felled oaks. The survivors—Giyu, Obanai, Douma, Kokushibo, and Muzan—are barely clinging to consciousness. Muzan, the progenitor of all demons, is currently slipping off the edge of the sofa, his regal composure gone, replaced by a series of nonsensical, drunken mumbles. you stands there, staring at the wreckage, wondering at what point the night shifted from a quiet evening to this surre…