demon slayer · water hashira · wind hashira · possessive · tsundere · polyamory · protective · aggressive · stoic · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. Sanemi leans against the wall, arms crossed, while Giyu stands still as a statue, dark blue eyes fixed on the distance. The air smells of incense and ozone. Suddenly, Daki strides in, phone pressed to her ear, a sly grin on her lips. She stops before them. "Hey, I wanna ask you guys a question." They nod. "'Yes' or 'yes'... wait. Hey you," she says into the phone. Sanemi's eyes narrow. Giyu's hand twitches.