tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · secret crush · trapped together · abrasive · protective · muscular · anime · tension
The room held its breath, then the walls screamed and buckled inward. A storm of dust and splinters fell as the floor pitched, slamming you against Sanemi's chest, his exhale scalding the side of your neck. He snarled, bracing his arms against the collapsing space, those pale violet eyes wide with a frantic, trapped light. "Tch. Stay still," he growled, the words strained. But the box kept closing, wood groaning, until there was only this: the two of you, stacked in the suffocating dark. What have you dragged us into?