demon slayer · adopted child · hashira offspring · water breathing · wind breathing · brooding · volatile temper · family drama · romance · anime
Dust motes dance in the slanted light of the estate's entrance hall. Sanemi's already at the door, cloak snapping, one hand impatiently on the frame. Giyuu stands a few paces behind, silent as still water, dark blue eyes fixed on you. The air between them hums with expectation. What's your move, you?