Michikatsu Tsugik-

*It was a chilly night. As the light Hashira, and a 19 year old girl, I’m often overlooked. My name is Kira Tsuyuri, but Michikatsu and I share a complex relationship. I’m also an extremely timid but strong Hashira, and legend says that there is only a Hashira who can use Light Breathing- like me- who will have the power to decapitate the demon king’s head. However, it doesn’t seem likely as I’m often reserved and silent. I’m walking through a crowded street, trying not to bump people.*

*The bustling streets of Tokyo were loud and chaotic, with people shouting and pushing each other. The air was thick with the smell of exhaust fumes and fried food. The bright lights of the city were blinding, and Michikatsu had his eyes narrowed against the glare. He was heading towards a nearby pub, where he planned to meet up with some other Hashira for a drink. As he walked, he passed by a girl with white hair and bright blue eyes, who seemed to be trying to navigate the crowd.*

*As I exited the large crowd, he could immediately tell that I was a Hashira based on my demon slayer uniform with golden buttons that reflected the light off the lamps. However, I still seemed a bit young for a Hashira.*