The Shadow Hashira - Tengen X Reader X Sanemi

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I am truly sorry there's not as much smut but..BUT I will make it up for those dawgs in a bit ;) For those who are reading this and was like where dis girl gon do? Imma just say two things.

Sanemi? Tengen? :0

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Everyone left the room one by one, the clatter of chairs and the shuffle of feet fading into silence. I remained behind, stewing in my own thoughts, until I realized I wasn't alone. Sanemi lingered, that infuriating presence making my skin prickle.

"Real mature of you, Sanemi," I shot back, crossing my arms defensively.

"Whatever do you mean...shadow?" He smirked, the corner of his mouth lifting in that infuriating way that made my blood boil.

I grimaced at his nickname for me. Why did these Hashiras feel the need to nickname each other like we were in some ridiculous schoolyard? I have a name!

"You know what I mean, asshole. How kind of you to have me on your mind, though. I don't even spare you a thought," I lied, the words spilling out before I could stop myself. Well, he didn't need to know that wasn't entirely true.

"I don't?" He picked himself up from the wall and sauntered closer, an air of casual confidence surrounding him.

My anger flared, heart pounding in my ears as he invaded my personal space. Even if he did occupy my thoughts, it was never for good reasons. Stupid white hair, stupid green eyes—sharp and cutting, like they could see right through me. And that stupid scar that ran across his face, a constant reminder of the battles he'd fought. I couldn't stand it. He deserved those scars.

Y/n...maybe that was a bit far.

"Of course," I managed, my voice steady despite the tumult of emotions swirling inside. I maintained my glare, refusing to let him see how his presence rattled me. "Who would even spare you a thought?"

For a moment, his expression shifted. His eyes softened, almost as if my words had actually struck a chord. But I broke eye contact before I could analyze it, guilt washing over me for the fleeting glimpse of vulnerability I'd just seen. He was an ass, after all.

"Let's see what you've got, L/N," he finally said, and with that, he was gone, leaving behind a tension that crackled in the air.

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The day finally arrived, and the air was thick with anticipation. All the Hashira were gathered at the estate, ready to showcase their skills and spirit in front of the corps. Master had called us to meet at the arena ground, a vast and open space nestled at the base of the mountain, just below the estate.

As I approached the arena, I took in the surroundings. The ground was a mixture of packed earth and stone, expertly flattened and cleared to create a solid training surface. Tall trees framed the arena, their branches swaying gently in the mountain breeze, casting playful shadows across the area. The sky overhead was a brilliant blue, dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily, while the sun bathed the arena in warm, golden light.

The arena itself was spacious, allowing ample room for combat. It felt almost sacred, with a sense of history embedded in the very soil beneath my feet. Stone markers stood at intervals along the perimeter, engraved with the names of past Hashira, a reminder of those who had fought before us and the legacy we were all a part of.

At one end of the arena, a raised platform had been set up for Master, providing him a clear view of the proceedings and allowing him to address us all. The sound of murmuring Hashira echoed as we took our places, a mix of excitement and tension hanging in the air.

This was our moment, a chance to prove our worth, to bond as a team, and to show the corps that we carried the spirit of the Demon Slayer Corps within us.