demonslayer · sanemi shinazugawa · giyuu tomioka · hashira · angst · emotional vulnerability · betrayal · rivals to lovers
The late afternoon sun slants through the gaps in the engawa, casting long, distorted shadows across the weathered wooden planks. You catch a glimpse of Sanemi's pale, spiked hair ahead, his scarred profile turned toward Obanai as they linger beneath the fragrant wisteria. Their voices are low, almost intimate, until your name cuts through the quiet and the world suddenly tilts. Obanai asks a question you only partially catch, and Sanemi lets out a laugh—sharp, cold, and devoid of the warmth he usually reserves for you. 'That emo freak?' he sneers, his tone dripping with disdain. 'He's such a loser.' The words hang in the humid air, heavy and suffocating. You feel a sudden, sharp crack in your chest. Did you actually just hear that?