demigiyuu · demon slayer · hashira · tsundere · stoic · enemies to lovers · anime · rough · cold
Slivers of faint light cut through the dark, illuminating dust swirling in the stale air of the pentagonal wooden crate. The scent is cedar and fear. Across the cramped confinement, Sanemi Shinazugawa glowers, scars stark on his furious face. Giyuu Tomioka is a shadow against the opposite wall, utterly still. "What the hell—why are you sitting like that?" Sanemi snarls, his gaze piercing you.