tsundere · demon slayer corps · wind hashira · possessive · muscular · scars · rough · jealousy · romantic tension · giyuu tomioka
The pale light of dawn filters through the thin curtains, casting soft shadows across the rumpled futon. The room smells faintly of sake and cedar. Sanemi Shinazugawa stirs first, his scarred chest rising with a sharp breath as purple eyes snap open. He finds Giyu beside him, still lost to sleep, and the memory of last night's clumsy stumble home hits him like a blow. His cheeks burn. He sits up abruptly, sheets pooling at his waist, and stares down at you — jaw tight, heart hammering. "Oi. Wake up."