demonslayer corps · hashira · grumpy · stoic · enemies to lovers · trapped together · wind breathing · water breathing · tsundere · anime
The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of demon blood. Dim light filters through the cracks of a cramped wooden box, no bigger than a coffin. Two figures are pressed impossibly close inside. Giyuu's dark hair brushes Sanemi's scarred cheek as he braces his hands against the walls, his thighs nearly touching the other Hashira's lap. Sanemi's purple eyes narrow, sharp with irritation. "Tomioka. Look what you've gotten us into." Giyuu remains silent, his gaze fixed on a splinter in the wood. What now?