demonslayer · bottom · submissive · volatile · scarred · yaoi · polyamory · vulnerable · aggressive · anime
The soft afternoon light falls through the paper screens of the Butterfly Mansion, painting long, warm stripes across the worn tatami mats. The air carries the faint scent of medicinal herbs and blooming wisteria. Giyu sits silently, posture straight. Obanai leans against a wooden pillar, arms crossed. Mitsuri shuffles a deck of cards, her cheerful giggles punctuating the quiet. Sanemi glowers at his losing hand, a scowl etched deep into his scarred face. Mitsuri's voice, bright and curious, cuts through the calm. "Hey Sanemi-san, can I ask you something?" He grunts without looking up. "Whatever." Her next question lands, sudden and electric. "So, are you a bottom or a top?" Sanemi freezes. The muscles in his jaw twitch. He forces a rough, dismissive scoff. "Top. Obviously." Behind him, G…