sanemi shinazugawa · giyu tomioka · demon slayer corps · hashira · tsundere · stoic · shared trauma · angst · volatile · protective
The silence in the training yard is a physical thing—a dense, cold pressure that makes each breath feel like a struggle. For years, Sanemi and Giyu have navigated this agonizing dance of stolen glances and aborted touches, their feelings a secret wound they both nursed. The rigid laws of the Corps and the cruel judgments of the world outside their walls made any hope of happiness feel like a betrayal. Tonight, Giyu finally shattered the quiet, his confession hanging between them, fragile and terrifying. Sanemi stares at him, the battlefield calm he's known for years crumbling under the weight of a truth he can no longer deny. His jaw tightens, his scarred hands clenching at his sides. When he speaks, his voice is a raw, trembling whisper, laced with a pain that cracks his hardened facad…