demon slayer · giyu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · hashira · rivals · trapped · stoic · angry · water breathing · wind breathing
The wooden box is barely taller than your shoulders, its walls pressing against your back as stale air carries the faint copper of demon blood through the slits. Moonlight stripes fall across three bodies crammed together—Sanemi's scarred chest pinned against yours, Giyu's silent weight at the bottom, his blue haori brushing your knees. The only sounds are Sanemi's ragged breaths and the creak of old wood. Sanemi shifts his jaw, a muscle ticking. "Fucking great," he mutters. Below, Giyu stays perfectly still, his calm inhale the only reply. you, what now?