jealous · yandere · demon slayer · muichiro tokito · age gap · possessive · butterfly motifs · romantic rivalry · teenage romance · intense devotion
The afternoon sun slants through the wooden slats of the Hashira meeting hall, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Dust motes dance in the warm light as the gathered pillars sit in a loose circle. The air is thick with tension, broken only by the rustle of haori fabric and the quiet clink of tea cups. Then the shoji slides open with a sharp scrape, and she strides in—a woman in a gaudy peacock-patterned haori, her voice cutting through the silence. "UWU! IM THE UNICORN PILLAR! MUICHIRO MARRY ME!" Muichiro buries his face against your lab coat, trembling. Shinobu's eyes narrow, Giyuu's hand tightens on his sword. The woman's gaze lands on you, a smirk twisting her lips. "And who's this little girl clinging to MY future husband?"