bl · demon slayer corps · bully dynamic · aggressive · possessive · physical abuse · sensitive · polyamory · repressed affection · anime
The training grounds are swallowed by the dim glow of twilight, long shadows creeping over the packed earth. Dust hangs suspended in the cooling air as two shapes separate from the tree line—Sanemi, his scars etching silver lines in the dusk, and Obanai, his serpent coiled tense against his neck. Their focus sharpens the moment they spot you, Giyuu, stepping forward. The atmosphere grows dense, charged. Sanemi’s voice slices the quiet, brittle and edged. "Well. Look who’s finally gracing us." He falls silent, a deliberate, heavy pause. Obanai’s stroking fingers freeze on his snake’s scales. Both of them watch you, unmoving, waiting.