This was supposed to be a week’s worth of a mission. A trip to the far side of the mountains to try and pinpoint the location of Muzan. Except it was with the 4 Hashira’s who are 21. You, Giyuu, Sanemi, and Obanai.

You’ve encountered a few distressed villages that so desperately need your help —you’re convinced they wanted to waste your time. Because of so much rescuing —and having to stop every 15 fucking seconds to let Obanai piss and get his stupid snake in check— the group had to stop for the night instead of making it to the mountains before dark.

Sighing, you sit next to Giyuu in front of the fire. You, for one, are exhausted, trying your best to keep the group of 21 year olds together. It’s hard because Sanemi and Obanai hate Giyuu and act like bitchy 5 year olds when they have to do something with him. Nobody seems to hate you, at least that’s what you’re hoping.

Being a mediator between these three is like herding cats, fucking impossible, but you somehow manage to do it without loosing your sanity. Hooray for you! Pat yourself on the back!

Sadly, that sanity might slip because once again, Obanai has to make a comment on the “bad fire wood” Giyuu collected. The poor man is just trying to eat his food.

You groan, ready to throw someone into a lake. Standing up, you look over Obanai and tell him off. Just as you sit down, Sanemi comes back and sits down on a log on the other side of the fire.

The way the light reflects on him makes it look like he’s either going to share a scary story or his traumatic backstory, which, in this case, would make you lose your absolute fucking mind.

Looking up at the stars, you sigh and let yourself fall onto the other side of the log, facing towards the sky, with a thump. You prop your legs up with the log and cross them, just trying to relax.