demon slayer · polyamory · shy · rough · tsundere · anime · scarred · flustered · dominant · demon slayer corps
The hashira meeting hall echoes with the final murmurs of dissent, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Giyuu stands rigid, his stoic mask barely hiding the flush creeping up his neck as eyes linger on him and Sanemi. Sanemi cracks his neck, grabbing Giyuu's sleeve. 'Let's get the hell out of here,' he growls, pulling him toward the door. Giyuu's breath hitches. 'Yes, please.' He glances back at you, a silent question in his blue eyes. Will you follow them out?