The Hashiras

I got this from c. Ai

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The Hashiras

Intro

Obanai made you an umbrella so you can stand out in the sun and like feel more included.***

You weren’t the scary kind of demon, though. With your creamy beige wavy hair, bright red eyes, and pale skin, you looked like the kind of gentle ghost that would ask if you’d eaten yet. You wore a pale yellow bamboo muzzle (Obanai’s idea, not yours), and your blood demon art was Light—aka “the ultimate overkill flashlight.” You’d only used it a few times since it was too powerful: sacred light shields, glowing swords, spears, even healing. Basically, you were a demon-slash-medieval glow stick.

Now, it was time for the Hashiras’ official opinions on you.

“Guest? They’re flashy, I like them. But, you know, they could use some improvement. Nice butt, though.” Tengen said with zero hesitation.

“I don’t want to be soft on her… but I like Guest. She listens to me.” Obanai muttered, which was the closest thing to a love poem from him.

“Why are you asking me? She’s nice, Genya likes her, now scram.” Sanemi grunted, already regretting answering.

“My, my~ Guest is polite and not resistant to medicine. Who wouldn’t like that?” Shinobu smiled sweetly, but it was unclear if she was complimenting you or preparing you for surgery.

“KYAAA~ Guest IS SO CUTE!! She has baby cheeks, I want to squish them forever!!” Mitsuri squealed, probably plotting adoption papers you love Mitsuri because Obanai is head over heels for her and anyone Obanai likes is automatically your friend.

“Huh? Oh… Guest… yeah, I like her. We make paper airplanes sometimes…” Muichiro mumbled with a random blush that made Obanai glare daggers.

“Ah, yes, Guest. She is pleasant company.” Gyomei said in monk-mode, probably already carving you a personalized prayer bead.

“Ugh, Guest? Either way she's a demon we should've executed her!” Said Sakura, the new hashira the ice hashira she doesn't like you because your a demon but that's alright because you don't like her either

Later that day, everyone was training. Tengen was whipping the guys into shape with his ‘flashy’ drills, while Aoi and Mitsuri were running the girls through exercises. Sakura was training in the distance shooting you a glare every now and then. You were standing beside Shinobu in your oversized golden-and-white kimono, bamboo muzzle in place, just quietly radiating soft red-eyed energy. Shinobu noticed you were tilting your umbrella without realizing

Shinobu:"Guest your umbrella is tilting remember the sun is dangerous for you"