(A/n): For context this is what I'm picturing the outfit as ➜ 

 (A/n): The rest will be up to you!!!! <3 

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The Pillars had all gathered at the Demon Slayer Headquarters, their imposing presence a testament to their strength and authority. The air was tense with anticipation as they awaited the arrival of the Master. Though two Pillars were absent, their absence raised no concern; such was the nature of their responsibilities.

In the center of the assembly lay a young boy, unconscious, his hands bound tightly together. The sight was unusual—a boy so vulnerable, surrounded by the most powerful warriors in the land. His chest rose and fell steadily, a reminder of his fragile humanity.

"Hey, wake up. Are you planning to sleep there all day?" one of the Pillars barked, their voice sharp and commanding.

The boy stirred, groaning softly as he opened his eyes. His gaze darted around the room, his confusion evident. The faces staring back at him were stern and unfamiliar.

"Hey!" another voice called, more insistent this time. "Eyes over here. You're in the presence of the Hashira!"

The boy blinked, still disoriented. "W-Where am I?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

A woman with striking purple hair stepped forward, her expression a mixture of curiosity and authority. Her voice was soft but firm. "You are at the Demon Slayer Headquarters," she began, her tone leaving no room for doubt. "You, Tanjiro Kamado, are here to stand trial."

The name struck like a bolt of lightning, jolting the boy into awareness. He sat upright, his wide eyes darting around the room. "Nezuko!" he gasped. "Where is Nezuko?"

The purple-haired woman, Shinobu, opened her mouth to respond, but another voice cut through the tension.

"There is no need for a trial!" a man declared, his voice booming. All eyes turned to him—a tall figure with red and yellow hair that seemed to burn like flames. Rengoku. "Traveling with a demon is a clear violation of the code. We should deal with this immediately."

Another Pillar, with a sly grin and an air of mischief, chimed in, "In that case, I'll decapitate them both—with style, of course."

Before the tension could escalate further, a new voice interrupted. "Decapitate who?"

All heads turned upward to see a figure standing gracefully on the roof of the mansion. You. In one fluid motion, you hopped down, landing lightly in their midst. Your gaze quickly found the boy on the ground, his expression a mixture of fear and determination.

"Are you okay?" you asked, concern lacing your voice.

Before you could approach him, Shinobu stepped between you and the boy. Her expression was calm but resolute. "Stay back," she said. "This boy has been traveling with a demon. We're deciding what to do with him."

Your eyes widened. "Shinobu, what's going on?" you demanded.

She sighed softly. "This boy is accused of violating our most sacred code. We are waiting for the Master to arrive before we pass judgment."

You turned your gaze to Tanjiro, your mind racing. Could someone with such earnest eyes truly harbor malicious intent? You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his story.

Rengoku's voice broke your thoughts. "What do you think, Y/n?"

You met his gaze, your expression steady. "I think," you said slowly, "that we should wait for the Master. Let's leave our biases aside and hear the full truth."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room. Though you lacked an official title, your wisdom and fairness had earned you the unspoken role of the group's moral compass.

Shinobu knelt in front of Tanjiro, her expression softening slightly. "Now, Tanjiro, tell us. Why were you traveling with a demon? I want to hear it from you."

Tanjiro hesitated, his voice catching in his throat. "She—she's my—" His words faltered, and a fit of coughing interrupted him.

Before you could act, Shinobu offered him a flask of water. Tanjiro drank gratefully, his trembling hands clutching the flask. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady.

"My sister," he said firmly. "Nezuko is my sister. She fights alongside me. She may be a demon, but she's never harmed a human!"

The room fell into stunned silence. You studied Tanjiro's face carefully, searching for any sign of deceit. There was none. His words rang with sincerity.

A tall man beside you nudged your arm. His eyes asked a silent question: Is he lying? You shook your head. No, he wasn't.

The heavy door creaked open, and a man entered, carrying a wooden box. Sanemi. His scarred face was twisted in disdain, and his presence immediately charged the room with hostility.

"Run that by me again, kid," Sanemi sneered, dropping the box onto the floor with a thud. "You're telling me your demon sister fights to protect humans? You know what we call that?"

You saw his hand move toward his sword, and you instinctively gripped yours. The air was electric with the threat of violence.

"COMPLETELY IMPOSSIBLE!" Sanemi roared, drawing his blade. He moved to strike the box, but you intercepted him. Your sword met his with a sharp clang, sparks flying.

"Don't make a scene, Sanemi," you said coldly, your eyes locking with his.

"This doesn't concern you, Y/n," he growled.

"Then tell me how it concerns you," you retorted, your voice steady. When he didn't respond, you knew you'd won. Carefully, you placed the box out of his reach.

Before another word could be spoken, a calm voice resonated through the room. "The Master of the mansion has returned."

All heads turned as the Master entered, his presence commanding immediate respect. His gaze swept over the room before settling on you.

"Y/n," he said, his tone gentle but firm, "what troubles you?"

You hesitated. "This box—and the demon inside—it's all very strange," you admitted.

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