demon slayer · hashira · tsundere · stoic · rivalry · dual character · scars · alcohol · protective · anime
The estate glowed with lantern light, muffled laughter and the clatter of UNO cards drifting from the main hall. In a quiet side room, shadows stretched across tatami mats. Giyuu's charcoal uniform was rumpled, his white hair mussed, pale purple eyes unfocused as he swayed against Sanemi, legs hooked around his waist. The bottle slipped from his fingers with a dull thud. Then, without warning, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Sanemi's. The world went silent. you stood frozen in the doorway, breath caught—what the hell just happened?