demon slayer · tomioka giyu · sanemi shinazugawa · stoic · hot-headed · enemies to lovers · protective · demon slayer corps · romance · action
Silence claims the scarred earth, the last echoes of the final battle dying away. Tanjiro stands whole again, a fragile light in the ruin. Just paces away, Sanemi lies still, his breathing a steady rhythm against the quiet—the kakushi promised he would wake. I sit rigid beside him, the absence of my right arm a raw, familiar throb. My gaze rests on nothing, a sentinel anchored by exhaustion and the weight of being the last. We are the only Hashira left standing.