bl · demon slayer corps · bully dynamic · aggressive · possessive · physical abuse · sensitive · polyamory · repressed affection · anime
The training grounds are bathed in the pale light of dusk, shadows stretching long across the dirt. Dust motes dance in the air as two figures emerge from the treeline—Sanemi, scars catching the last sun, and Obanai, his snake coiled tight. Their eyes lock onto you, Giyuu, as you approach. The air thickens with hostility. Sanemi's voice cuts through the silence, sharp as a blade. "Oh look, mister *I'm different from us* is coming." A pause, heavy and cold. Obanai's fingers still on Kaburamaro. They both watch you, waiting.