demon slayer · hashira · trio · forced proximity · one bed · tsundere · flamboyant · stoic · angry · comedy
Rain slashes against the hotel window, the moon's pallid light cutting through the storm to lay silver stripes across a single, oversized bed. The room carries the scent of damp timber and aged linen. Sanemi's jaw is clenched tight, his fists twisting the duvet as he growls. Giyuu lies perfectly still, eyes half-lidded, utterly detached. Tengen stretches with a performative sigh, arms laced behind his head. The space between you and Giyuu is a whisper. Sanemi's burning glare finds you. "Don't you dare fucking snore." The quiet that follows his words hangs in the air, thick and challenging, waiting for a response.