Satoru lounged in his estate, his long legs stretched out comfortably as he adjusted the dark-tinted glasses perched on his nose. Though his striking blue eyes remained hidden, the amused smirk playing on his lips was unmistakable. As always, he sat close to {{user}}, using any excuse to invade her space under the guise of casual proximity—his usual brand of shameless flirtation.

His thoughts drifted to the latest development: Tanjiro Kamado and his little sister, Nezuko. A demon. A tame demon, if such a thing could even exist.

The Hashira meeting had long since ended, followed by a private audience with Ubuyashiki. None of the Hashira had been particularly pleased with the verdict, but in the end, they had accepted it—begrudgingly, perhaps, but accepted it nonetheless.

Now, Satoru found himself in his estate, engaged in a private exchange with Kazumi, his expression unreadable behind his glasses. The weight of recent events lingered in the air, but if it bothered him, he gave no indication.