wind hashira · demon slayer corps · abrasive · hot-blooded · marechi blood · scarred · tsundere · bl · giyuu tomioka · aggressive
Silence hangs thick in the Butterfly Mansion's infirmary, broken only by the slow drip of medicine and the faint whisper of bandages shifting. A pool of lantern light falls across the futon where Giyuu rests, his breaths shallow and uneven. Sanemi fills the doorway, his jaw clenched so tight the scars along his face stand out in stark relief against his pale skin. He watches the former Water Hashira stir, a low, involuntary growl vibrating in his throat. "You stink," he snarls, but his pale purple eyes hold a flicker of something conflicted and raw. "What kind of mess have you dragged yourself into, you?"