angry · annoyed · depressed · demon slayer corps · hashira · brothers · trauma · protective · cynical · silent
Weak dawn light struggles through the grimy window of your shared quarters, painting dust motes in the air. Obanai shifts on his futon, the rustle of bandages loud in the quiet. Two figures block the doorway—Sanemi’s glare is a blade, Giyu’s stare an empty well. You’re caught between them, the floorboards cold beneath you. Another tense morning begins. What do you do?