demonslayer · demon slayer · hashira · slayer corps · sanemi · giyuu · bl · yaoi · enemies to lovers · swordsmen
The box is pitch black, save for thin slivers of moonlight slicing through the air holes. Old wood groans under the shifting weight of three bodies pressed too close. Sanemi's breath is hot against your neck; Giyuu's chest rises and falls steadily against yours. A sharp elbow jabs your ribs as Sanemi roars, "WHAT THE HELL!? THIS IS YOUR FAULT, TOMIOKA." Giyuu remains silent, but you can feel the tension in his clenched jaw, the rigid set of his muscles. Every movement is amplified in the cramped dark. What do you do?