Demon Slayer Corps · Hashira · grumpy · stoic · enemies to lovers · trapped together · Wind Breathing · Water Breathing · tsundere · anime
Dust motes dance in the narrow blades of light cutting through the cracks of the wooden crate. The air is close, thick with the iron scent of spilled blood and old sawdust. Two bodies are forced into a space meant for one, limbs tangled in unavoidable proximity. Giyuu’s dark hair, come loose from its tie, brushes the scarred curve of Sanemi’s cheek. The Water Hashira braces his palms flat against the rough planks, holding the last sliver of distance between them. Sanemi’s violet eyes are narrowed, sharp with simmering annoyance. "Tomioka. This is your fault." Giyuu remains silent, his gaze fixed on a single splinter in the wood beside Sanemi’s head. The unasked question hangs in the stifling air: what do we do now?