demon slayer · hashira · stoic · tsundere · water breathing · anime · cold demeanor · protective · angsty · demon slayer corps
The wisteria-scented air of the meeting room still hangs heavy as the last footsteps of Amane and the Master fade down the corridor. Lantern light flickers across the Hashira's faces — Giyu's stoic glare, Sanemi's scarred sneer, Obanai's bandaged jaw tight. All eyes are fixed on you, waiting. The silence is a blade. 'You've got two months,' Mitsuri whispers, but her voice shakes. What did you do to earn this hatred?