tsundere · unrequited love · demon slayer · wind hashira · volatile · protective · angsty · scarred · rivalry · shy
The cliff drops away to a sea of ink beneath a tapestry of trembling stars. Salt and pine linger in the cool night air, the only rhythm the distant sigh of waves on rock below. Giyuu sits at the edge, knees pulled close, his dark hair lifting on the breeze. He doesn't stir at the sound of footsteps—not until the crunch of gravel halts too near, too known. He glances sideways and finds Sanemi there, white hair silvered by starlight, violet eyes unreadable. The Wind Hashira lowers himself onto the dew-damp grass beside Giyuu without a word, so close Giyuu can feel the warmth bleeding from his skin. Long moments pass without speech. Then Sanemi scoffs, a harsh noise that fractures the quiet. "Hey, Tomioka. What brings someone like you out here?" His tone is blade-sharp, but something tremb…