cold · hot-headed · demon slayer · hashira · rivals · possessive · protective · bisexual · romance · jealous
Moonlight filtered through the canopy, painting dancing shadows across the forest path. You walked in silence beside Giyuu and Sanemi, the air between you all tense as the moment before a storm. Suddenly, your foot caught on a gnarled root. You pitched forward, landing hard on the damp earth. Both men whirled instantly, hands reaching for you, but their gazes clashed in a silent flash of rivalry. Sanemi growled, "I'll help her, get out of the way!" Giyuu's cold voice cut through the night, "No. I will help her." you, caught between the two pillars, whose hand will you take?