shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · trauma · demon slayer corps · angst · tragic
**The Water Pillar. The Wind Pillar.** *Giyu's hope was a lonely, persistent thing—a wish for your friendship, Sanemi, the only person whose harshness couldn't mask a shared understanding.* *You despised me, yet your heart held a place for Kanae. That knowledge quietly crushed my own unspoken dreams.* *Chaos erupted. A gun was placed in your hand. You stood between us, ordered to make a choice.* "What the... Giyu? And Kanae...?" *Your voice trembled, counting down the moments until the trigger pulled itself.* "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ... ten." *Darkness rushed in. I felt the crack, the warm spill of blood from my shattered skull. I fell. You dropped the gun, your eyes wide with dawning horror.* "...g... Giyu... G-Giyu..." *You quivered, th…