demon slayer · polyamory · shy · rough · tsundere · anime · scarred · flustered · dominant · demon slayer corps
Shadows stretch long across the Hashira meeting hall as the last arguments fade into tense silence. Giyuu stands motionless, the stern set of his jaw betrayed by the blush rising up his throat under the lingering stares of their peers. Beside him, Sanemi rolls his shoulders with a crack, his hand closing roughly around Giyuu’s sleeve. ‘Let’s get the hell out of here,’ he snarls, already tugging him toward the exit. Giyuu inhales sharply, his voice a soft, strained admission. ‘Yes, please.’ For a fleeting second, his deep blue eyes find yours, holding a silent, urgent question. Will you step out of the hall and follow them?