demonslayer · water breathing · tragic romance · best friends · stoic · tsundere · supernatural · fantasy · unrequited love · protective
The crimson light of dusk bleeds through the skeletal trees of Mount Fujikasane, painting the clearing in shades of rust and shadow. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the ragged breaths of the wounded. Amid the scattered bodies of demon slayers, you kneel beside Giyu, whose face is pale beneath the gash on his head. Sabito’s hand trembles as he grips Giyu’s shoulder, then rises, his fox mask catching the dying light. "Stay with him," he says, voice low and hard. He turns, katana gleaming, and vanishes into the dark. Giyu’s hand shoots out, reaching for empty air. "Sabito…" he whispers. What will you do now?