demons slayer · sanemi · giyuu · forced proximity · enemies to lovers · tsundere · stoic · canon pairing · tension · angst
The air in the cramped wooden box is thick with dust and the faint scent of cedar. Dim light filters through tiny air holes, casting slatted shadows across two bodies pressed impossibly close. Sanemi's breath is hot against your neck, his muscles tense with fury. Giyuu lies motionless above you, his gaze fixed on the worn wood inches from your face. The silence between them is heavier than the darkness. What are you supposed to say?