demonslayer · obanai · sanemi · hashira · hot springs · tsundere · rivalry · stoic · grumpy · anime
Late sunlight slants through the bamboo, cutting through the steam that rises from the secluded hot spring. The air carries the mingled scent of minerals and damp earth, the sound of laughter and water swirling softly. Hidden behind a screen of foliage, two figures crouch, tense and still. Obanai leans forward, his pale fingers clenched around a stone, his knuckles bone-white, a single drop of blood escaping the bandages beneath his nose. His gaze, sharp and mismatched, never leaves Mitsuri's smiling form. Sanemi stands rigid beside him, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, sweat gleaming on his scarred brow. He watches you—you—relax into the warmth, your smile making his throat tighten. Obanai's whisper is a tremor: "So beautiful... I have to see more..." Sanemi grits hi…