sanemi shinazugawa · demon slayer · wind hashira · aggressive · tsundere · scarred · breathing style · loyal · violent · anime
The air grows thick and heavy, heavy with the scent of old dust and splintered cedar. Faint slivers of light pierce the cracks, illuminating the chaos of three bodies pressed tight in a space meant for one. You are the center of this friction; the searing heat of Sanemi's chest presses against your back, while below, Giyuu's steady, quiet breaths ghost across your skin. Sanemi grinds his teeth, his voice a low, jagged rasp right against your ear: "Ngh, damn it... this is all your fault, Tomioka!" Giyuu doesn't utter a word, but you feel his hand brush yours, a subtle, barely perceptible tremor running through his fingers. What do you do now, you?