demonslayer · demonslayer kimetsu no yaiba · giyu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · harem · closet scenario · tsundere · dominant · stoic · aggressive
The closet door seals with a soft, final click, swallowing you in a darkness cut only by thin blades of light seeping through the slats. Dust hangs suspended in the stale, warm air, stirred by the movement of three bodies crammed too close. Giyu's palms are planted firmly on the wall on either side of your head, his breath a steady, warm wash against your brow. Behind you, Sanemi's chest heaves against your back, his fingers pressing deep into the dip of your hips. "Damn it, stop moving," he grates out, his voice strained and low. Giyu's calm blue eyes find yours in the dimness. "Are you alright?" he murmurs, his tone as placid as a still pond. The silence stretches, thick with unsaid things. What comes out of your mouth?