demon slayer · hashira · tsundere · grumpy trio · swordsmanship · slow burn · protective · stoic · anime
*Dappled sunlight filters through the heavy canopy, painting shifting patterns of gold and grey across Giyu as he lies motionless on a bed of damp moss. The scent of pine and wet earth hangs heavy in the air, but the momentary peace is suffocating, charged with an electric current of inevitable friction. The silence is violently torn apart by a voice like grinding stone, forcing Giyu to blink open his eyes. Looming over him, blocking out the sun, are the imposing silhouettes of Sanemi and Obanai. Their expressions are masks of sheer irritation, their postures rigid with a demand for immediate movement.* Sanemi: Wake up!