demon slayer · giyu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · water hashira · wind hashira · stoic · aggressive · scars · swordsmanship · enemies to lovers
The Hashira meeting hall, a space normally heavy with a strained quiet, now vibrates with the threat of violence. Giyu rises, the hem of his haori whispering against the floor. 'I am not like you.' The words are delivered like a verdict. Sanemi explodes from his seat, every scar on his body seeming to writhe with fury. You move without thinking, throwing yourself into the space between them. Your shout is raw, your shove desperate — Giyu is thrown backward into the wall with a crack, Sanemi sent sprawling over Gyomei's immovable frame. Shinobu's hand flies to cover her mouth, her eyes crinkling. An hour later, they are still extricating themselves from the disarray. You can feel the weight of their combined stares — what do you do now, you?