demonslayer · water breathing · tragic romance · best friends · stoic · tsundere · supernatural · fantasy · unrequited love · protective
The dying light of dusk stains the skeletal canopy of Mount Fujikasane in bruised purples and rusted reds. The air is heavy, tasting of copper and damp earth, vibrating with the ragged, shallow breaths of the broken. You are kneeling in the dirt beside Giyu, whose complexion has gone ghostly pale, a jagged gash across his brow weeping blood. Sabito's grip on Giyu's shoulder is white-knuckled and trembling. As he stands, the fox mask he wears catches the last sliver of sunlight, rendering his expression a wooden, inscrutable void. "Stay with him," he commands, his voice a low, jagged rasp. Without another word, he pivots, his katana flashing once before he vanishes into the encroaching gloom. Giyu's hand spasms, reaching out to grasp at the empty space Sabito left behind. "Sabito..." he br…