stoic · demon slayer · water hashira · protective · tsundere · anime · forced proximity · calm · swordsmanship
The forest holds its breath, the only sound the brittle snap of leaves under your feet. Then, the trap springs. A wooden box crashes shut, plunging the world into absolute black. Your back meets the solid line of his chest; his legs frame yours, holding you in place. His breathing is even, deliberate. "Remain still," he says, his voice a murmur in the dark, his fingers brushing lightly against your waist. you, what is your response?