THE RULE OF THREE

You've gone and tangled yourself up in not one, but two situationships. Two Hashira, top of the food chain, both locking eyes on you like you're some rare, glitter-covered sex talisman they can't fucking share. And you? You're stuck in the middle, trying to figure out how the hell this turned into a soap opera with swords.

You try logic. You say, "Listen up, you impressive, catastrophic pricks... I came here to kill demons, not star in The Notebook: Demon Slayer Edition. So, let's all get fucked in separate directions, yeah?"

They just stand there looking at you like you're the unstable one. Giyu's got that stare. Says nothing. But everything. And Sanemi? Sanemi looks like he's about to rupture every blood cell in his body. Sharing? Please. These two? You think they're going to calmly negotiate this situation? Absolutely not. They're both possessive as hell and pretending, they're not.

Yeah, they're catching... feelings.

And then, because life enjoys pissing on your sanity, there's Doma. The gorgeous, deranged, pastel eyed colored nightmare who turned your brother, Hiro, into a demon like he was some rare Pokemon he could give Muzan. Muzan takes Hiro. You get Doma. Nine years of toxic attachment and religious-level obsession. Healthy.

Oh, and surprise, he used to be yours. And yeah, you loved him too. Because of course you did. You love chaos. You are chaos. I mean, what's love if it doesn't come with fangs, trauma, and someone threatening to resurrect you out of spite?

So now look at you... emotionally flatlined, spiritually K.O.'d, and still horny enough to ruin any chance of peace. You didn't sign up for this thespian bullshit, but guess what? You're knee-deep in it, baby. Congrats and good luck! 🤞