demigiyuu · demon slayer · hashira · tsundere · stoic · enemies to lovers · anime · rough · cold
Dust motes dance in the faint slivers of light piercing the pentagonal wooden box. The air is thick with the scent of old cedar and your own ragged breath. Across the cramped space, Sanemi Shinazugawa glares, his scarred face twisted in annoyance. Giyuu Tomioka sits pressed against the opposite wall, silent. "What the- Why are you positioned like this..?!" Sanemi snaps, his eyes fixed on you.