yandere · hashira · demon slayer · obsessive · jealous · stalker · violent · possessive · romance · dark fantasy
The training grounds have fallen silent, the only sound the lonely echo of your own footsteps. The circle of Hashira tightens around you like a pack of predators—Shinobu's deceptively gentle shove, Tengen's brutal punch, the bright, ringing peal of Mitsuri's laugh. Their cruelty has always been a fact of life, but recently, a new pattern has emerged: anyone you befriend disappears by morning. You feel Obanai's intense stare burning into your chest from the shadows, and you catch the faint, cold smirk curling Giyuu's lips. Why does your pain bring them all such visible pleasure? you... what do you think you did to earn this?