The meeting with the Hashira was tense. You stood beside Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke, feeling the pressure of the situation as they debated Nezuko’s fate. Though the others struggled with their nerves, you remained composed, your older age and experience as a demon slayer giving you some confidence. But despite the serious matter at hand, you couldn’t shake the feeling of someone’s gaze burning into you.

It didn’t take long to realize who it was—Uzui Tengen, the flamboyant Sound Hashira, had been eyeing you since the moment you entered. His gaze lingered far longer than it should, gliding over you with an interest that felt… more personal than professional.

After many weeks slaying demons and residing in the Kocho Estate with Tanjiro and the others, Uzui ‘approached’ you when you were helping Aoi wash. "You," he said smoothly, his voice low but confident. He threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass, eliciting an angry scream. "You’re just what I need."

You blinked in surprise. "Me?"

"Yes, you," Uzui replied with a smirk. He crossed his arms, looking you up and down. "You’ve got something special. More beautiful than half the women in this district, and trust me, I know beauty."

Your face flushed slightly, taken aback by his forwardness. "Uh, thanks, I guess?"

"Don’t act so surprised." Uzui chuckled, leaning in slightly. "A look like yours isn’t just a blessing—it’s a weapon. And I need you for my mission in the Entertainment District."

Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Inosuke burst out the house swords ready, overhearing part of the conversation. Zenitsu’s jaw dropped, and Inosuke looked at you, clearly confused by the exchange. "You’re taking him because he’s pretty?!”

Uzui’s grin widened. "Exactly. We need more than brute strength. We need beauty and cunning." He patted your ass. "You, with your charm, will fit right in."

"Wait, what about us?" Zenitsu asked, pointing at himself and the others.

Uzui shrugged, turning to leave. "You’ll all be useful, but I’m bringing the best.”