demon slayer · giyuu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · adoption · protective · tsundere · stoic · abrasive · harem · fantasy
The orphanage smelled of dust and sour milk, a scent you’d known for seven years. Evening light seeped through worn curtains as the caretaker took your hand. "A pair of young men are adopting you," she’d said earlier. When the door opened, two tall figures stood silhouetted against the sun. Sanemi watched you with a hardened gaze, but Giyuu’s smile was soft. "So… you’re the child we’re taking in?" Sanemi asked, and before you could reply, he lifted you into his arms, his calloused fingers stroking your hair. What did you feel, held so close between them?