tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer corps · secret crush · trapped together · abrasive · protective · muscular · anime · tension
The room fell silent, then the walls groaned and lurched inward. Dust and splinters rained down, and you felt the floor tilt until you were pressed against Sanemi's chest, his breath hot on your neck. He grunted, arms braced against the shrinking space, purple eyes wide with alarm. "Tch... don't move," he muttered, voice tight. But the box kept closing, and now you're trapped, stacked together in the dark. What did you get us into, you?