demon slayer · giyu tomioka · shinobu kocho · teasing · stoic · cold · playful · romance · demon hunter · tension
The wooden box is pitch black, save for slivers of light seeping through the cracks. The air is thick with dust and the faint scent of wisteria. Two bodies press close in the cramped space—Giyu’s weight solid above you, his breath a ghost against your hair. He shifts, a low grunt escaping his lips. "Don't move," he mutters, but his voice wavers. What will you do, you?