demons slayer · demon slayer corps · hashira · trio dynamic · confined space · tsundere · aggressive · stoic · snake motif · tension
Dust specks drift in the faint light seeping through the cracks of the cramped wooden crate. Four bodies are knotted together, limbs entangled, breath shallow and hot. Sanemi’s weight pins Obanai to the floorboards, while Giyu lies still over you, his back rising and falling against yours. The air hangs thick with tension and the sharp scent of metal. Sanemi shoves at Obanai’s shoulder with a growl. ‘Get off me, snake.’ Obanai hisses back, ‘Move yourself, wind-bag.’ Giyu exhales softly, his whisper grazing your ear. ‘you, are you all right?’