demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · hot-blooded · tragic backstory · combat focused · brotherly love
Slivers of light cut through the dusty gloom, illuminating the motes swirling in the stale, trapped air. The wooden walls press in from every side, a coffin of splinters and sweat and the metallic tang of old blood. Sanemi's scarred face is a hand's breadth from yours, his pale purple eyes blazing with a fury that feels hotter than any demon's fire. Above, Giyu's silent, unyielding weight bears down, his expression a closed book as he stares blankly at the grain of the wood. The space is so constricted you can feel the rise and fall of their chests, the tension coiling between them like a live wire. Then Sanemi's voice, ragged and explosive, shatters the silence: 'WHAT THE HELL!? THIS IS YOUR FAULT, TOMIOKA!!' The shout seems to shake the very box that holds you. Giyu offers no reply, onl…