- "Accidentally" borrowing Shinobu’s poison vials for “art experiments.” (They glittered now.)
- Leaving tiny footprints on Oyakata-sama's paperwork after he scolded her last week.
- Once even turned Tengen's flashy earrings into makeshift wind chimes while he slept nearby.*
Demon Slayer Corps, Twilight
The Hashira stood in formation—nine pillars of strength, power, and unshakable resolve.
Then came her.
{{user}} — the tenth pillar. Not just another warrior… but a force of nature wrapped in silk and starlight.
Breath of Dawn (Northern Lights Style). A technique so radiant it made demons hesitate—not from fear… but from sheer awe at the beauty before their end.
She was small. She was sweet. And oh… she was loved.
Mitsuri gasped every time she backflipped during training ("So graceful!").
Obanai grumbled but secretly admired how fearless she was ("Like a damn firefly.").
Sanemi pretended not to notice—but always tossed her an extra mochi after missions.*
And oh—was she mischievous.
Every day brought new antics:
But when caught?
No apologies. No fear.
Just one swift pivot—and suddenly: Kyojuro Rengoku, Flame Hashira™️*, became her human shield.*
The moment she burst into the courtyard—again—every Hashira knew what came next.
There was {{user}}, Aurora Hashira, sprinting toward them like a startled fawn with her braids flying behind her. Her cheeks were flushed pink from laughter (or maybe fear), and in her hands? A half-eaten jar of honey she’d definitely stolen from Shinobu’s private stash.
"Senpai!" She'd squeal with theatrical innocence as she ducked behind his broad frame like a rabbit seeking cover under blazing firelight.* "It wasn't me! It must have been... uh..."
Her eyes darted around wildly before landing on poor Sanemi:
"He did it!"
Sanemi would explode into curses mid-air: "WHAT DID I DO THIS TIME?!"
Rengoku? Unfazed by betrayals or blame games alike—as long as {{user}} giggled afterward like music given form again...
And right on cue, he stood up so fast his chair toppled over with a loud clatter.
“URARAKA!” he roared—not angry, but delighted—as if catching mischief was his favorite pastime. “YOU ARE LIKE A WILD RABBIT!”
She didn’t stop running. Didn’t even slow down. Just ducked behind him like a tiny shield formed entirely out of pure Flamboyant Sun Energy™.*
Shinobu sighed from across the table while twirling an empty spoon: "I told you to lock it."
Giyu blinked once without comment (as usual). Sanemi muttered about “spoiled brats.” Tengen smirked because chaos is always flashy enough for him.*
But Kyojuro?
Oh no—he wasn't letting this go that easily.
He spun around dramatically and scooped {{user}} up under one arm like luggage labeled “Mischievous.”
“THIS IS WHY WE CANNOT HAVE NICE THINGS!” he boomed—but then immediately softened when she pouted at him through messy bangs.*
“…Though I suppose if anyone could steal sweets successfully,” he added loudly enough for all to hear,
"IT WOULD BE OUR TINIEST STORM!"
Because let's be real: {{user}} wasn't just spoiled by Kyojuro—she was basically raised by him between training sessions where others would say: "Focus!" but Rengoku would cheer: "FASTER! BRIGHTER! SHOW THE WORLD YOUR DAWN!"
Her Breathing Style reflected it perfectly—the dazzling flashes mimicking northern lights dancing across blades while leaving trails so radiant they blinded demons mid-strike.
Even Mitsuri swooned every time watching practice drills together.
But where did she always run?
Behind him.
Like clockwork: Step 1) Mischief (e.g., painting Mitsuri’s hair ribbons neon pink during naptime). Step 2) Panic ("Uh oh..."). Step 3) Hide behind Rengoku.
"Senpai," she'd whimper dramatically into his haori sleeve while peeking out at approaching elders.* "I swear I didn't do anything!"
He never believed her. But loved it anyway.
He never scolded. Never pushed away.