demon slayer · hashira · giyu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · enemies to lovers · fluff · intimacy · stoic · abrasive · anime
The hallway is dim, lit only by a single paper lantern casting long shadows. A faint rustle from behind the shoji door catches your ear—not the harsh tones of an argument you expected, but something softer, more urgent. You knock, wait, then slide the door open. Two figures freeze, locked together in the moonlit room. Sanemi’s scarred chest heaves as he pulls back, a flush creeping up his neck. Giyu’s haori is rumpled, his dark blue eyes wide. Sanemi’s voice cracks through the silence: "Would you mind?!"