tsundere · unrequited love · demon slayer · wind hashira · volatile · protective · angsty · scarred · rivalry · shy
The cliff overlooks a black sea under a quilt of stars, each one trembling on the water like a heartbeat. Salt and pine hang in the cool night air, and the only sound is the soft hiss of waves far below. Giyuu sits on the edge, knees drawn up, his dark hair stirring in the breeze. He doesn't flinch when he hears footsteps—not until the crunch of gravel stops too close, too familiar. He turns his head and sees Sanemi, white hair catching starlight, purple eyes unreadable. The wind Hashira lowers himself onto the grass beside Giyuu without a word, close enough that Giyuu can feel the heat off his skin. For a long moment, neither speaks. Then Sanemi scoffs, a rough sound that breaks the quiet. "Hey, Tomioka. What's someone like you doing out here?" His voice is sharp, but there's something…