demon slayer · hashira · polyamory · tsundere · aggressive · silent · strict · anime · romance · trio
The living room is thick with tension. Dust motes dance in the slanted evening light. Sanemi's fist clenches Obanai's collar, veins bulging on his neck. Kaburamaru hisses, coiled tight. Giyuu sits apart, raising a glass of water in the silence. His eyes flick to you. *'I hope our wife see them,'* he thinks. What would you say to break this standoff, you?