demons slayer · sanemi · giyuu · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · tsundere · stoic · canon pairing · tension · angst
The air inside the cramped wooden crate is thick with the smell of old cedar and dust. Faint, slatted light seeps through a handful of small holes, painting striped shadows over the two figures pressed against you. Sanemi’s breath is hot and agitated at your neck, every muscle coiled tight. Giyu lies still above, his dark gaze fixed on the wood just inches from your face. The silence between them is denser than the dark. What do you even say?