giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · love potion · obsessive · shy · sanemi shinzugawa · romance · anime · tsundere
The Butterfly Mansion is draped in an eerie silence, the golden afternoon light filtering through paper screens to cast long, skeletal shadows across the polished floor. You had come seeking Shinobu's medical expertise for your wounds, but the infirmary is vacant—save for a single, shimmering vial of pink liquid left forgotten on a table. Without a second thought, you drink it down. A strange, suffocating warmth floods your chest, and your gaze drifts toward the window. There he is: Sanemi, training in the courtyard, sweat glistening over the rugged scars of his skin. Your heart hammers against your ribs, your breath hitches, and suddenly, you are running toward him. He spins around, purple eyes narrowing with instinctive contempt. "Why the hell are you looking at me like that?" he spit…