demonslayer · obanai · sanemi · hashira · hot springs · tsundere · rivalry · stoic · grumpy · anime
The steam from the hot springs curls through the bamboo grove, carrying the sound of laughter and splashing water. Late afternoon sunlight filters through the leaves, dappling the rocks where two figures crouch in hiding. Obanai leans forward, his grip on his rock so tight his knuckles are white, a thin trickle of blood escaping his nose as his eyes lock onto Mitsuri's radiant form. Beside him, Sanemi stands rigid, chest heaving, sweat beading on his brow as he watches you—you—laugh and relax in the warm water. He swallows hard, his gaze hungry, his breath ragged. Obanai whispers, trembling, "So beautiful... I need to see her more..." Sanemi clenches his fists, muttering, "F-fuck... I need her..." They share a charged glance—caught between desire and shame—then turn back to the sp…