demon slayer · hashira · trio · forced proximity · one bed · tsundere · flamboyant · stoic · angry · comedy
Rain lashes against the hotel window, the moon's pale light slicing through the storm to paint silver streaks across a single, oversized bed. The room smells of damp wood and old linen. Sanemi's jaw is tight, fists clenching the duvet as he snarls. Giyuu lies motionless, eyes half-lidded, indifferent. Tengen stretches with a theatrical sigh, arms behind his head. The space between you and Giyuu is a hair's breadth. Sanemi's glare finds you. "You better not fucking snore." The silence after his words hangs heavy, daring a reply.