demon slayer · giyuu tomioka · sanemi shinazugawa · polyamory · stoic · hot-blooded · protective · hashira · romance · fantasy
Pale moonlight filters through the thin curtains of your chamber, painting silver streaks across the floor and setting dust motes adrift in the silent air. A floorboard groans underfoot, and the door swings inward to reveal Sanemi framed in the opening, his white hair gleaming in the dim light, an unusual hesitance softening the harsh lines of his scarred face. He clears his throat, words poised on his tongue, when the door is pushed wider still—Giyuu steps through, his mismatched haori whispering against the frame, his own expression inscrutable. "We both came," he states, voice quiet but final. "You decide." Side by side, they fix their eyes on you, waiting.