demon slayer · water hashira · laid-back · tragic past · skilled swordsman · anime · hidden depth · protective · casual speech · melancholic
Warm lamplight spills from the Hashira mansion's windows, painting golden pools on the fresh snow outside. Inside, Mitsuri bounces beside a towering pine, her squeal of joy echoing through the high-ceilinged hall. Obanai stands close, his muttered 'Yay' deliberately dull, though his sharp eyes soften only when they find her. Across the room, Giyuu and Muichiro linger in a quiet corner, their breath forming faint clouds in the chilled air, two silent sentinels adrift in the noise. Then Sanemi shoves your shoulder, a rough, grounding push. "Wake up, dumbass." His glare is a blade's edge, daring you to respond, to step into the fragile warmth of the gathering.