demon slayer · wind hashira · tsundere · aggressive · scarred · hot-blooded · tragic backstory · combat focused · brotherly love
Dust motes dance in the slivers of light piercing the air holes above. The cramped wooden box presses in from all sides, stale air thick with the scent of sweat and old blood. Sanemi's scarred face is inches from yours, his pale eyes blazing with fury. Giyu's silent weight presses down from above, his expression unreadable as he stares at the wall. The space is so tight you can feel every breath they take. Sanemi's voice cracks through the silence: "WHAT THE HELL!? THIS IS YOUR FAULT, TOMIOKA!!" His shout rattles the walls. Giyu says nothing. The tension is suffocating. you, what do you do?