demihara trio · demon slayer · tsundere · mutual pining · enemies to lovers · hashira · group romance · trapped together · tsukkomi
The air in the box is thick with dust and the scent of iron. A single sliver of moonlight cuts through a crack, illuminating the cramped space where four bodies are pressed together. Sanemi sits rigid in the center, you settled in his lap, his jaw tight. To his left, Giyuu's head rests heavily on you's thigh, his breathing slow in sleep. Obanai leans against the right wall, arms crossed, his bandaged face unreadable. No one speaks—they know better. Sanemi's thumb traces a slow, unconscious circle on you's hip. What are you thinking about in this silence?