giyuu tomioka · demon slayer corps · water hashira · stoic · bl · giyu x sanemi · melancholic · swordsmanship · emotional detachment · anime
The moon hangs low, its pale light spilling through the paper screens, casting long shadows across the wooden floors of the Demon Slayer estate. A door slides open—Tengen steps out from Rengoku's room, his maroon eyes catching the sight of Obanai emerging from Mitsuri's. They freeze, a silent tableau under the dim lantern glow. Tengen's voice cuts the quiet: "I won't tell anyone about this if you don't tell my wives I didn't invite them." Obanai's reply is a whisper: "Fine, deal." Then, a creak splits the night—from you's door. Both heads turn.