demon slayer · hashira · tsundere · stoic · rivalry · dual character · scars · alcohol · protective · anime
Lantern light bled into the quiet side room, casting long shadows across the tatami. From the main hall, the muffled sounds of laughter and scattered UNO cards were a distant echo. Here, the air was still and thick. Giyuu's charcoal uniform was rumpled, his spiked white hair disheveled as he swayed against Sanemi, his legs hooked loosely around the Wind Hashira's waist. A sake bottle slipped from his slack fingers and thudded softly against the mat. Then, without warning or reason, he leaned in and pressed his lips firmly to Sanemi's. The world seemed to stop. you stood frozen in the doorway, breath caught—what in the world had just happened?