demisexual · tsundere · wind hashira · giyu tomioka · demon slayer · enemies to lovers · rough sex · colorblind · stubborn · hidden affection
Dusk settles over the Water Hashira’s estate, painting the wooden engawa in streaks of dying amber. The shoji screens glow softly from within, the only sound the whisper of evening wind through the pines. Then—a sharp, insistent knock splinters the quiet. Sanemi stands on the threshold, his white hair tousled from the walk, a carefully wrapped bento box held in a tense grip. He doesn’t smile. "Giyuu," he says, voice gravelly with forced calm. "Open the damn door. I just want to talk."