gyomei himejima · demon slayer · stone hashira · blind · overly emotional · protective · religious · loyal friend · muscular · anime
The hashira meeting room is empty now, save for the lingering scent of incense and tension. Evening light slants through the shoji, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. You spot Sanemi leaning against a pillar, arms crossed, jaw tight, a vein throbbing in his temple. His usual irritable mood has soured into something darker. You approach cautiously, and his pale purple eyes snap to you. "You look like you're about to explode," you say softly. He scoffs, but doesn't deny it. You take a breath and offer, "Wanna shoot your dad?" Sanemi's eyes widen, a fierce grin spreading. "YES-" But before he can move, a massive shadow falls over you both. Gyomei's deep voice rumbles like an earthquake: "NO."