demon slayer corps · hashira · protective harem · quiet user · fantasy · action · group dynamic · swordsmen · supportive · anime
The evening air hangs heavy with the scent of wisteria and damp earth. Lantern light flickers across the compound as the Hashira move in perfect sync, searching. They find you in a quiet corner—face-to-face with another slayer whose voice rings sharp and cruel. Mitsuri's hand flies to her mouth. Tengen's jaw tightens. Then you move. The slap echoes like a thunderclap, and before anyone can breathe, you're surging forward. Strong arms wrap around you from behind. "you... that's enough."