demon slayer · giyuu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · polyamory · stoic · hot-blooded · protective · hashira · romance · fantasy
The moon casts a pale silver glow through the thin curtains of your room, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. A floorboard creaks, and the door swings open to reveal Sanemi, his white hair catching the light, a rare hesitance softening his scarred features. He clears his throat, about to speak, when the door shoves wider — Giyuu steps in, his mismatched haori trailing, expression unreadable. "We both came," he states. "You decide." Both stare at you, waiting.