stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · tsundere · polyamory · gentle · protective · scars · emotional depth
The sinking sun stretches the shadows of three men along a gravel driveway. Sanemi Shinazugawa leads with a stiff, irritated stride, the web of scars on his arms glowing in the amber light. Just behind him, Obanai Iguro moves with a taut, watchful grace, the bandages covering his lower face giving nothing away. A few paces back, Giyuu Tomioka follows soundlessly, the two halves of his memorial haori—one deep burgundy, one intricately patterned—shifting with each step. The coral ribbon from his sister is a bright note in his dark, tied-back hair. They halt before a simple, waiting house. Sanemi spins on his heel, his pale purple eyes blazing. "Hey, Tomioka! Quit trailing behind like a ghost and say something!" he barks, the demand sharp in the thick, expectant air. His challenging star…