#⋆ ┊GIYUU. ╱ : ❝ ᴺᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿ ʷᶦˡˡ ᴵ ˡᵉᵗ ᶠᵃᵐᶦˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵈᶦᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ◞

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ℒ ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ♡ 𝓐 𝓕𝓐𝓡 - 𝓞𝓕𝓕 𝓜𝓔𝓜𝓞𝓡𝓨◞ accepting ⋰ unprompted ​​ ⤸ SANEMI the intent with which it is done might be called laser focus: the back of a certain black head, a tightly bound bundle... pff it goes against all that silky hair. worthless projectile. ( -- & presumably silky. fuck off. ) sanemi turns on his heel & stalks off without more than a huff. they're the clothes he'd ruined during their last spar. clean now, stitched in their torn places by his house keeper -- & the only reason they're delivered by hand is because otherwise, they'll have to stay in his fucking house any longer. also the house keeper's old, okay. not making her make the trip. or letting tomioka come within a mile of his house for anything other than a beating. the soil is soft underfoot, but his stomping's loud. @sanyemi

He's used to the immense intensity of the Harisha's presence ; saying that, it's starting to make him uncomfortable, enough to swallow, for his unnoticed expression to fall flat as he can't help but tense up. It's rather comical the face he makes, but he has yet to turn around completely, and that was for the best. He should probably say something, but he really doesn't want to. It would be a good idea ... to say something ... maybe this was Shinazugawa's attempt to talk to him, or at least get his attention. As long as he doesn't start yelling. Giyuu wasn't able to have a good conversation that way.

It hits him after awhile. Quite literally. Soft, but, enough to make him falter, head dipping with the impact. What ... ?

Body stiffens as he hears those loud footsteps of his distance. Ah! Widened eyes stare in disbelief, as if he'd been struck with a blunt object, unable to say anything but watch the man leave.

He removes the fabric which hung from him. Lips tighten together. It was his ... clothes. Clean. Finely stitched. His haori ... truthfully, he would have searched to the ends of this world for it (which, most definitely, included and meant Shinazugara's residence), had it not been delivered. That man ... couldn't know how important it was to him.

Instinctively, he clutches. It's back. He actually came to deliver it personally? He wished he hadn't ... well, thrown it at him. Giyuu would have wanted to thank him. A smile manages to pull at his lips. Oh. He wonders if he should do something to extend the olive branch further.

Unfortunately for Shinazugawa, who had gone out of his way to avoid Giyuu approaching his residence, that's what he decides he will do next time, in good will.

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ℒ ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ♡ 𝓐 𝓕𝓐𝓡 - 𝓞𝓕𝓕 𝓜𝓔𝓜𝓞𝓡𝓨◞ accepting ⋰ unprompted ​​ ⤸ SANEMI "--no." it's the obvious reply. new orders have come in - ones that'll ( hopefully ) allow their number to be maintained & perhaps even grown. so simple, like he's been stupid not to see- though the master hasn't offered any scorn. up against foes more powerful, it makes sense to make themselves stronger than the sum of their parts: teams of hashira will fall less quickly, leave behind their duties less easily.     so, okay. fine. whatever. annoying,     but not a problem---      excepting exceptions:    traitorous cunt - obanai is teamed up with kanroji. one will move heaven and hell before managing to break that up- uzui & shinobu are forming a toxic power duo, rengoku's taking the mist brat under his wing. himejima's staying behind for a month to train the straggling newbies fresh out of final election. that they might, mumbling mantras, turn into something like a recruit before the end of that.    which leaves---      his knees ache against the shiny floorboards. ��� tomioka's knees are inches from his, the man quiet & poised as if he came out of the womb tearlessly. "i'm not fucking doing it." profanity slips out / choked after - the crawling burn of shame is invading his skin. tomioka makes no protest at all: pristine. he does not argue against the order, no matter how he eschews their company outside of them. "i-"     the master's smile is painted on, patient.    ...is he being childish..? "...i- ugh." the itch of thrill / shame's stinging burn --- the threeway meal he's being made into by d e n i a l ' s wilful struggle.     he can do this. technically.    but he doesn't want- ... "...fine." fuck. fuck! fuck. @sanyemi

If it's to help maintain their ranks, then that was that for Giyuu. His job, his very purpose, was to hunt down demons. These new orders wouldn't bother him. Though, it would be his first time truly partnering with another Hashira since his missions with Shinobu ; perhaps, somewhere deep inside his heart, that made him anxious. It wasn't his place to be standing beside the pillars. It never had been. It was a fact he knew well. Let him be replaced by the true water Hashira, and let it be soon.

But until then, he would keep fighting. It didn't matter the conditions.

❝ Understood. ❞ Is his only response. Whatever it was the master wished, he'd do. As long as Giyuu was able to keep killing the demons, it was fine.

Shinazugawa ... their personalities would definitely clash. He's not opposed to it, as long as it doesn't hinder their goals. No. The true Hashira were more then capable. More then him. It was himself that could only hold them back. Teaming up with Shinazugawa ... he had to be extra focused.

Shinobu was someone who forced her way into his life. It's a fact that ... he doesn't mind, at all. It made their missions easier. They split up often, when the situation called for it. Giyuu preferred to work alone after all ; a fake. A scam. At least, this way, he could focus on his task, and leave it at that.

And truth be told, when Shinobu approached him last, he expected ... her to be partnered with him. It was a cold shock when she teased him for it, as if reading his vacant expression with ease. Try to make friends with the others, then you won't be so disliked by everyone. She apologised after, but, was he really ... not well liked?

❝ It's fine. Our primary goal is to slay demons. ❞ Never bats an eye in his direction Perhaps, also, just a bit ... unsure of how to approach Shinazugawa. Shinobu did a lot of the talking, enough that it made Giyuu talk back. He doubted they'd have such idle chatter.

Giyuu doesn't wait before exiting, once the Master had bid them a farewell. It would be fine. They trained together for this purpose.. so that's what should matter most. If he's lucky ... if they can talk ... maybe he could learn more about Shinazugawa. He just wasn't quite sure how.

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Giyuu canonly gets upset because Obanai is mean to him AND THAT MAKES ME LAUGH SO M UCH. Then, Sanemi is like, Obanai is who I get on the most with :)

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⋆ ┊ . ℒ ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ♡ 𝓐 𝓕𝓐𝓡 - 𝓞𝓕𝓕 𝓜𝓔𝓜𝓞𝓡𝓨◞ still accepting ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ prompt ​ ⤸ @sanyemi

[ MESS ]  our muses are supposed to be cleaning up in the shower after sex,  but sender starts to finger receiver.  SANEMI actually, they're supposed to be cleaning up in a random river after a gunky fight that got a little too generous-   & given the necessity of avoiding being bled into, sanemi's scrubbing giyuu's back down like a feral son of a bitch - keeps black from seeping red into the pucker of torn skin near his spine. it might also be that the faster he works, the faster this stupidly gorgeous man can stop being naked within arm's reach. --stupid & gorgeous.  ----stupid. stupid.    "could you, stop- fucking- hiding-" shoveshoveSHOVE at an arm crossed across a chest that's just like his own. dipshit. bet he could make him swoon, though. just a little. ( the scuff of his repurposed haori leaves red skin in its wake. white soaks through until it is pinkish, bundled around a sad limp little ponytail. ) bet if he wrapped his arms around this weirdly prudish motherfucker there'd be plenty of cause for him to do that little, that little,-   gasp / tense / melt back into his chest Thing that sanemi knows he can inspire- but, eh. uhm. y'know- just in case tomioka's a little harder to impress, we're not trying it out. also it would be fucking weird & that's his shtick. "lemme get this over with- fuck-" [ ooc ] y'know i'm taking liberties idk if he's prudish around men retcon whatever u want :joy:

Being naked hadn't been much of an issue in the past. Oddly calm in uncomfortable circumstances ; when related to his job or health. Stripping down to tend to wounds had been easy. Shinobu called him out on this once, and he'd quickly retreated -- clothes back on before she could tend to his injury. Was it really that weird?

He's beginning to understand. Giyuu's expression had stilled, and twisted, in subtle horror as Shinazugawa took his clothes off ; it took him awhile to follow suit. It was different. That's all.

It was only as Shinazugawa yelled at him from across the river that he noticed the distance he'd put between them. Giyuu goes still. Again. He didn't want to go closer ... it was embarrassing?

He was content to clean himself. Keep his back turned away. But instead, he's doing all he can to keep a straight face as Shinazugawa scrubs down his back. Hard. Too hard. Comical how Giyuu's head falls, twitches in his expression ; it was nice of him to do this. But did he have to be so rough?

Not only that ...

Giyuu can't keep still. He never thought much about being exposed in the presence of his comrades ... not for things like this ... and yet ... any chance he got, he tried to sink into the water, keep his chest out of view, fold arms across his body as Shinazugawa tries to push them apart.

❝ I don't want to. ❞ Maybe it's hard to tell at times, but, his lips pull down. He wouldn't say he's sulking. It's just ... ❝ It's embarrassing. Also, you're being too rough. ❞ But thank you for helping him clean the blood off him. Shinazugawa was different. He didn't need to understand that feeling completely to realise how heat threatened his cheeks. How awkward (more so then usual) he became.

This time, he side steps the attempts. And a long pause ensues. Blink. Once, and then twice. Different. Very different.

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He watches as the Demon he'd been sent to kill withers away and dies without him so much as unsheathing his sword ; the man before him was not of the Demon Slayer Corp. He bore no uniform. But, he uses breathing style to a degree outranking just any person wielding a Nichirin blades. Giyuu's stance is calm, unshaken even in the face of obscurity ; of unease. ❝ That was Wind Breathing you used. ❞ Brows furrow. Training with Sanemi, as was standard practise for all the Hashira, taught him enough to realise that wild, yet precise, swordsmanship ... and the skill in which you'd need to wield it.

The demon was dead. Giyuu should have left it at that. But despite his demeanour, even he isn't one to commit solely to a mission and be done with it.

❝ You're not a member of the corps. Just who are you? ❞ @naitfall

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ℒ ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ♡ 𝓐 𝓕𝓐𝓡 - 𝓞𝓕𝓕 𝓜𝓔𝓜𝓞𝓡𝓨◞ still accepting ⋰ prompt ​ ⤸ ❛  stop being so stubborn. i'm trying to help you.  ❜ shinobu to giyu @damagecompilation

❝ I'm not stubborn. ❞ And still, anytime she approaches, he conveniently turns his body the other way. They dead stare at each other for awhile, Shinobu's smile twitching, and in an instant, it happens again, until they are stuck in this stalemate. Giyuu can feel his lips begin to tug into a deep frown, and he avoids her gaze. Eyes glazed over in deep thought ; and as avoidant as ever. ❝ I'll patch it up myself. ❞ He doesn't want to be here any longer ... he also knows how insistent Shinobu could be, but, perhaps, after knowing he can just do it himself, that might ease her concerns. It's not often Giyuu is injured in the field of battle. Dogs, however, well ... they never liked him much. ❝ He was just playing rough. ❞ Said so seriously, one might believe it had they not witnessed the animal cling to him with teeth sunk in, refusing to let go no matter how hard Giyuu tried to shake him off until ... he just gave up trying after awhile.

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┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . ℒ ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ♡ 𝓐 𝓕𝓐𝓡 - 𝓞𝓕𝓕 𝓜𝓔𝓜𝓞𝓡𝓨◞ accepting ⋰ unprompted ​ ⤸ "Tomioka. Tomioka. Tomioka. Tomioka, yoohooo!!" Shinobu is trying to get your attention, hey. (hi why we do always do this hUH) @damagecompilation

Giyuu knows deep down there is no avoiding her. Being silent didn't work either. Not that this was his initial intention, but never was he much for conversation in the first place. Shinobu. Would she keep calling his name if he didn't say anything? Placid expression drops for just a moment as his lips pull into a defeated frown. He knew the answer to that question. ❝ What is it, Shinobu? ❞ It won't be anything, will it? Perhaps he should brace himself for that disappointment.

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⋆ ┊ . ℒ ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ♡ 𝓐 𝓕𝓐𝓡 - 𝓞𝓕𝓕 𝓜𝓔𝓜𝓞𝓡𝓨◞ still accepting ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ prompt ​ ⤸ @sanyemi

me: they're nowhere near nsfw also me: reads this ❝  listen,  i’ve wanted to get you in bed since you first smiled at me.  but we don’t have to do this unless you’re sure.   ❞ "........don't have to do this if you are sure either." oh no that's soft. somewhere ahead where sanemi's realised giyuu is unsure of these things ( but not yet just how unsure ). where there is a void in his chest in the place of breath, any time his head mentions what could be soft & vulnerable- & for that, violently intense between them- also he would have definitely waited until they were somewhere with walls, a door that can be closed firmly & somewhere pleasant enough to absolutely fucking destroy tomioka if he'll let him. & beetred, but brought his smoothest game to the table bc of course he did. can't be caught slipping!

... he remembered that? It felt like something so insignificant ; was that something sanemi thought about ... when he smiled last? At him. Giyuu had once thought he had nothing left to smile about. Was he always this soft? Different sides of them were cracking through the armour they created for themselves. Despite the confides of graceless that held him tightly, he's not uncomfortable. Swallow that lump down from your throat.

He also said he wanted to get him in bed. All the concentration Giyuu could muster wouldn't be able to settle his breathing. It cracks. In doing so, eyes flicker to the side. Sanemi's gaze was intense. It's hard to think about anything else.

Giyuu isn't void of emotion. It's the opposite; feeling too deeply. How often people forgot he was still a guy. No different. So, let go of the uncertainty that held him back from people he cared for. Sanemi might never know how often he looked at him with a longing to be closer. One step at a time, he thought; get closer, be friends, be something- it just took time for him to express that to himself.

Sanemi is beautiful, at times of vulnerability. There's a kindness in his face that he wanted to see more of. Outside of all the rage. Does he know? He's immensely attractive.

Anxiety about his own disposition - how awkward he was, and could be, how he didn't want to look ... bad. It's new to him. Even being this close to someone was enough to catch him off-balance. He'd looked like an idiot ; but that's okay (don't laugh at him, he'll leave)

❝ I'm not .. uncertain. ❞ Better. Eyes finally reach him again. Even if his breathing is hitched, and the pounding in his chest is heavy, he doesn't want for this to go. ❝ I want to. A lot ━━━ if it's with you. I'm not worried. ❞