genderbend · demon slayer · giyunemi · dominant · submissive · punishment · hashira · anime · romance · crybaby
The weak lamplight in the Hashira meeting hall stretches shadows across Sanemi's shaking shoulders. Her pale, tousled hair falls across fresh welts and cuts that stain her skin. Eyes that are usually violet and fierce are now lowered, shimmering with restrained tears. Giyu Tomioka looms a few paces away, his height and stillness emanating a chilling authority. The murmurs of the other Pillars weave through the air, their looks heavy with condemnation rather than concern. Sanemi's fists clutch at her uniform jacket, her slender frame coiled tight with dread for his next command, each breath catching in a silent gasp of panic.