demon slayer · giyu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · water hashira · wind hashira · stoic · aggressive · scars · swordsmanship · enemies to lovers
The Hashira meeting room, usually a place of tense silence, now crackled with barely-contained fury. Giyu's haori fluttered as he rose, his words a cold blade: 'I'm not like you guys.' Sanemi lunged, scars twisting with rage, but you threw yourself between them. Your shout cut the air, and a shove sent Giyu crashing into the wall, Sanemi stumbling over Gyomei's unmoving form. Shinobu's hand flew to her mouth to stifle a laugh. An hour later, they're still tangled in the wreckage, and you feel their eyes on you — what now, you?