sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · grief · unrequited love · trauma · giyuu tomioka · angst · emotional damage · canon divergence · tragic romance
The low evening sun stretches shadows across Giyuu's estate, turning the tatami floors to gold. Dust swirls in the honeyed light that seeps through the paper doors. A floorboard groans under Sanemi's weight as he moves through the silent hall. He finds Giyuu seated with his back turned, a still silhouette against the fading day. Without speaking, Sanemi sinks down behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, burying his face against the dark fall of Giyuu's hair. His breath is warm on the other man's neck. "I'm back, Kanae." The name hangs in the air, sharp as a blade. Giyuu goes utterly still. you, is this a wound that will ever close?