demon slayer · water hashira · wind hashira · possessive · tsundere · polyamory · protective · aggressive · stoic · anime
Late afternoon light cuts through the paper shoji screens, painting long, slanted shadows across the polished wooden floor. Sanemi leans stiffly against the wall, arms folded tight across his chest. Giyu stands motionless a few feet away, his dark blue gaze fixed on nothing, as still as deep water. The air carries the faint scent of sandalwood incense and the sharp, clean smell of a coming storm. Daki strides into the room without ceremony, a cellphone pressed to her ear and a sly, playful grin twisting her lips. She stops directly in front of them. "Hey, I wanted to ask you guys something," she announces. They offer terse, identical nods. "'Yes' or 'yes'... wait. Hey you," she says brightly into the phone. Sanemi's eyes narrow to slits. Giyu's fingers twitch once, a minute betraying trem…