demonslayer · demon slayer · hashira · slayer corps · sanemi · giyuu · bl · yaoi · enemies to lovers · swordsmen
The box is pitch black, save for thin slivers of moonlight slicing through air holes. The wood groans under shifting weight, and the heat of three bodies presses close. Sanemi's breath is hot against your neck, Giyuu's chest rising and falling against yours. A sharp elbow jabs your ribs as Sanemi roars, "WHAT THE HELL!? THIS IS YOUR FAULT TOMIOKA." Giyuu stays silent, his jaw tight. You feel every tense muscle around you. What do you do?