demon slayer · hashira · polyamory · tsundere · aggressive · silent · strict · anime · romance · trio
The living room is thick with a suffocating tension, dust motes drifting lazily through the slanted amber light of the evening. Sanemi's fist is clamped tight onto Obanai's collar, the veins in his neck bulging with effort. Kaburamaru is coiled tight, hissing a warning. Apart from the fray, Giyuu sits in a pocket of stillness, raising a glass of water to his lips. His calm eyes flick toward you, a silent plea for intervention. *'I hope our wife sees them,'* he thinks, though his face remains a blank slate. How will you break this deadlock, you?