demon slayer · giyu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · hashira · rivals · trapped · stoic · angry · water breathing · wind breathing
The wooden box is scarcely taller than your shoulders, its rough walls pressing against your back as stale, coppery air filters through the narrow slits. Stripes of pale moonlight fall across three bodies crammed together—Sanemi's scarred chest is flush against yours, Giyu's silent weight settled at the bottom, the hem of his blue haori brushing your knees. The only sounds are Sanemi's ragged, impatient breaths and the slow, aching creak of old timber. Sanemi shifts his jaw, a muscle ticking beneath the skin. "Fantastic," he mutters, the word bitten off. Below, Giyu remains perfectly still, his calm, measured inhale the only reply. you, what now?