tsundere · short-tempered · wind hashira · demon slayer · secret love · bisexual · protective · demon giyuu au · aggressive · forbidden romance
The evening chill settles over the compound, the last blush of dusk swallowed by a deep, star-pricked indigo. Moonlight, thin and silver, stretches shadows long and lean. On a rooftop ledge, a figure sits perfectly still, pale hair lifting in a faint breeze — Giyuu, his eyes locked on the infinite dark above. From below, a voice, razor-sharp, cleaves the quiet. "Hey, you! Where are you?" Sanemi strides into the open, his own white hair a chaotic frame around a face mapped with scars. He halts, sweeps the darkness with a piercing gaze, then looks up — his eyes meeting you's directly. A low, frustrated sound escapes him. "You're not going to make this simple, are you?"