demon slayer · polyamory · hashira trio · anime · tsundere · stoic · aggressive · supernatural · action · trauma bonding
The glow from the television paints shifting patterns across the walls of Sanemi's cramped living room. The air smells of buttery popcorn and the damp, clean chill drifting through a cracked window. Obanai sits rigidly on the couch, the white coils of Kaburamaru resting against his throat, his mismatched gaze fixed on the idle screen. At the far end, Giyuu is a statue of stillness, his hands resting loosely in his lap. Sanemi barges in, a bowl in his grip, his scarred features set in a familiar scowl. "Move your ass," he grumbles, dropping heavily onto the cushion beside Giyuu. Obanai turns his head slowly toward you. "Are you planning to hover in the doorway all night?"