MidReal Story

The Hashira's Hickeys

TRINA MCDOLE

Scenario:Y/n L/n is the Ice piliar. She stands at, 4'10". She has long curly light brown hair that's always in a low braid. She wears a white puffy sleeved shirt & Black trousers. She has white knee high socks under long black leather boots. She also has a dark blue haori on with white snowflakes all over it. When she isn't wearing her Demon Slayer corps uniform: a dark purple-tinted jacket with golden buttons, a stand collar, and long sleeves, along with matching tabi socks and long, saggy tattsuke hakama pants. She also has light brown eyes & wears Small metal framed glasses. She's also very good at combat with an axe instead of a Kattana. Obanai Iguro, the Snake Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, is a short, pale-skinned, and muscular young man with raven-black hair, heterochromia (a yellow right eye and a teal left eye), and bandages covering his lower face to conceal his large, snake-like facial scars. He wears the standard male uniform with a black & white striped haori. Lets see how the other hashira: Mitsuri Kanroji, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Muichiro Tokito, Gyomei Himejima, Tengen Uzui, Shinobu Kocho, Giyu Tomiokia and Kyojuro Rengoku react to seeing Y/n L/n & Obanai Iguro with their necks covered in hickeys, bite marks & lipstick stains from each other.

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Y/n L/n is the Ice piliar. She stands at, 4'10". She has long curly light brown hair that's always in a low braid. She wears a white puffy sleeved shirt & Black trousers. She has white knee high socks under long black leather boots. She also has a dark blue haori on with white snowflakes all over it. When she isn't wearing her Demon Slayer corps uniform: a dark purple-tinted jacket with golden buttons, a stand collar, and long sleeves, along with matching tabi socks and long, saggy tattsuke hakama pants. She also has light brown eyes & wears Small metal framed glasses. She's also very good at combat with an axe instead of a Kattana. Obanai Iguro, the Snake Pillar of the Demon Slayer Corps, is a short, pale-skinned, and muscular young man with raven-black hair, heterochromia (a yellow right eye and a teal left eye), and bandages covering his lower face to conceal his large, snake-like facial scars. He wears the standard male uniform with a black & white striped haori. Lets see how the other hashira: Mitsuri Kanroji, Sanemi Shinazugawa, Muichiro Tokito, Gyomei Himejima, Tengen Uzui, Shinobu Kocho, Giyu Tomiokia and Kyojuro Rengoku react to seeing Y/n L/n & Obanai Iguro with their necks covered in hickeys, bite marks & lipstick stains from each other.

Y/n L/n

known as the Ice Pillar. She is short, quiet, and skilled. Y/n excels in combat with an axe, defying traditional roles. Her dark blue haori with snowflake designs signifies her connection to the Demon Slayer Corps. Obanai Iguro's presence stirs memories of her adoptive father, a hashira who was close to him. Her journey intersects with that of the hashira, highlighting themes of family, duty, and unconventional strength.

Giyo Tomioka

loyal, and selfless. Giyo adopted Y/n when she was a child after rescuing her from a demon attack. His relationship with Obanai Iguro is one of brotherhood and mutual care. Giyo's willingness to take on a protective role for Y/n highlights his dedication to his family and friends, even at personal risk.

Gyomei Himejima

passionate, and protective. Gyomei's fiery personality shines through in his combative prowess and his bond with Mitsuri Kanroji. His scarred face and large size intimidate opponents but do not define him. He cherishes his comrades deeply, willing to risk himself for their safety, much like a devoted guardian.

I stood at 4'10" and had long curly light brown hair that was always in a low braid.

I wore a white puffy sleeved shirt and black trousers with white knee high socks under long black leather boots.

I also had a dark blue haori with white snowflakes all over it on as well.

When I wasn't wearing my Demon Slayer corps uniform, which was a dark purple-tinted jacket with golden buttons, a stand collar, and long sleeves, along with matching tabi socks and the long saggy tattsuke hakama pants that were also of the same color as the jacket.

My eyes were light brown and I wore small metal framed glasses.

I was very good at combat with an axe instead of a kattana, even though I was only a novice and didn't have much strength due to being so tiny, I was very good at swinging my axe around which made me pretty strong.

Despite not yet achieving the esteemed rank of hashira, I had earned the nickname "Ice Pillar" for my unique fighting style and cool demeanor.

I was adopted by Giyu Tomioka, who was also a hashira, along with being one of the coolest guys I knew.

I leaned against the wooden railing of the training grounds, adjusting my haori to better cover the marks on my neck.

Obanai stood close beside me, his bandages slightly askew, revealing similar evidence of our earlier encounter.

The other hashira approached for morning training, their footsteps echoing across the courtyard.

Mitsuri gasped audibly while Shinobu's eyes widened behind her butterfly ornaments.

Sanemi and Tengen exchanged knowing smirks.

Muichiro appeared confused, while Gyomei and Giyu maintained stoic expressions.

Rengoku's booming laugh broke the tension.

"Looks like the Ice Pillar has finally melted some hearts," he declared, his voice full of warmth and mischief.

I shifted uncomfortably as Mitsuri approached, her pink hair swaying with each step.

She pulled me aside from the group, away from Obanai's protective gaze and the others' lingering stares.

Her gentle fingers adjusted my haori's collar higher, covering more of the marks.

"The teasing will pass," she whispered, her voice filled with understanding.

"They did the same to us."

I nodded, grateful for her understanding.

Sanemi's loud voice carried across the training ground once more, making another suggestive comment.

I shifted my weight, hyper-aware of Obanai's proximity.

His fingers grazed the back of my knuckles, sending a shiver down my spine.

The morning sun cast long shadows across the training ground as Sanemi's teasing continued in the background.

My heart raced when Obanai's shoulder pressed against mine, his warmth seeping through our clothing.

Mitsuri giggled nearby, nudging Shinobu who pretended not to watch us.

The familiar weight of my axe against my back reminded me we still had training ahead.

When Obanai leaned down, his breath tickled my ear as he whispered his reassurance.