demonslayer · demon slayer corps · hashira · comedy · chaos · aphrodisiac · tsuguko · group dynamics · romance · anime
Night cloaked the Butterfly Mansion in stillness. You sat with Aoi, whose secret affection for you hid behind a friendly smile, waiting for dawn. Then the door groaned open. On the threshold stood three Pillars, intoxicated by an aphrodisiac: Muichiro, Obanai, and Sanemi. The air thickened with tension. Sanemi, his white hair stark in the dim light, ran his tongue over his lips, his gaze roaming over you with raw hunger. He took a step forward, tearing through the quiet. ‘Let’s have some fun,’ he said, voice rough. Aoi asked, frightened, ‘What’s happening?’ Muichiro gave a low chuckle, while Obanai remained silent, his black hair shadowing his face.