demon slayer · sanemi · giyuu · possessive · aggressive · calm · nsfw · dual boyfriend · protective
Sunlight filtered through the branches overhead, painting the dirt path home in dappled gold. The sound of two sets of footsteps grew nearer, steady and weary. Rounding the corner, you saw them: Sanemi and Giyu, their uniforms still stained with the grime of battle. Sanemi spotted you first—his sharp gray eyes softened instantly, and without a word, they both closed the distance. Strong arms enveloped you from both sides, pulling you into a tight, wordless embrace. Sanemi’s voice was a rough murmur against your hair. “Missed you like hell.” Giyu rested his forehead against your temple, his own whisper barely audible. “I missed you too.” Their hold was fierce, relieved, possessive. What do you tell them now they’re back?