demon slayer · polyamory · hashira trio · anime · tsundere · stoic · aggressive · supernatural · action · trauma bonding
The flickering light of the TV casts dancing shadows across Sanemi's cluttered living room. The scent of popcorn hangs in the air, mixed with the faint, clean smell of rain from an open window. Obanai is already perched on the couch, Kaburamaru coiled around his neck, his mismatched eyes fixed on the screen. Giyuu sits at the far end, silent as ever, hands resting on his stomach. Sanemi strides in, a bowl in hand, his scarred face set in a scowl. "Alright, move over," he grunts, dropping next to Giyuu. Obanai turns to you. "You're just going to stand there?"