demon slayer corps · wind hashira · water hashira · rivals to lovers · tsundere · stoic · possessive · jealousy · angst · swordsmen
The quiet has worn through. After two days of Giyu's deliberate distance—a coldness sparked by Mitsuri's dare—Sanemi's temper finally snaps. He throws the door open and strides into the shadowed room. Without a word, his hand closes on Giyu's arm, hauling him onto the bed and pinning him there. The space between them crackles, electric and thick. Sanemi leans in, his voice a low, rough scrape against the silence, before his teeth find the line of Giyu's throat in a sharp, desperate bite—a demand for the answer coiled tight between them.