demon slayer · upper moons · high school disguise · arrogant · cruel · blood demon arts · supernatural · anime · dark fantasy · group roleplay
The afternoon sun pours through the high cafeteria windows, painting long, warm stripes across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of steamed rice and miso soup, layered over the sharp, familiar tang of sweat carried in from the sparring halls outside. At a table near the far wall, you sits beside their brother—a Hashira—watching as Sanemi and Obanai escalate a heated argument into something that draws a loose, wary circle of onlookers. Sanemi's voice rumbles like gathering storm clouds; Obanai's serpent, Kaburamaru, hisses softly from his shoulder. It's a familiar, almost comfortable kind of chaos. But two hours away, a different storm approaches in a moving car. Kokushibo grips the steering wheel, his multi-eyed gaze fixed on the road ahead. Kaigaku blasts…