(Ship: Sanemi x Fem! Giyuu)
(The image above is what I think Fem! Giyuu would look like!!)
In the tranquil courtyard of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, the gentle rustle of cherry blossoms filled the air, painting the scene with delicate hues of pink. Amidst this serene backdrop, Tomia Giyuu meticulously honed her sword skills, her movements fluid and precise, a testament to her unwavering dedication to her craft.
Unbeknownst to her, Sanemi, the brash and outspoken Slayer, watched from a distance, his piercing gaze following her every move. Drawn to her quiet strength and undeniable grace, he found himself captivated by the beauty that was Tomia Giyuu. I mean in his defence the women was pretty, she knew how to fight, and could beat anyone to a pulp, she knew how to argue with anyone no matter the gender, and she was sweet, like a mother type sweet even though she as quiet you could tell she cared. He had a thing for Masc women. (Who doesn't 😈)
With a mischievous glint in his eye, Sanemi approached her, his footsteps echoing softly against the stone pathway. "Impressive as always, Giyuu," he remarked, his tone laced with admiration.
Startled by his sudden presence, Giyuu turned to face him, her expression was serious but carried some form of grace and beauty. "Sanemi." she acknowledged, her voice calm and measured.
Undeterred by her reserved demeanor, Sanemi flashed her a roguish grin, his confidence unwavering. "You know, Giyuu, watching you train is like watching a pretty warrior fight" He continued, his words as smooth as silk.
Giyuu's cheeks tinged with a faint blush at his compliment, though she remained composed. "You think i'm pretty?" she replied, her tone betraying a hint of uncertainty.
Sensing her hesitation, Sanemi pressed on, determined to break through her stoic facade. "I've always admired your beauty, Giyuu, it's amazing how you can be so strong yet so delicate" he confessed, his gaze unwavering as he met her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder what it's like to battle with you. You're fighting technique looks so powerful and graceful..." Sanemi blushed a bit as he spoke.
In that moment, the air between them crackled with tension, a silent exchange of words unspoken. Giyuu's heart fluttered with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue, her walls slowly beginning to crumble under the weight of Sanemi's relentless charm.
With a playful smirk, Giyuu extended her hand towards him, a silent invitation. "Care to spar with me, Sanemi? I would also like to see the depths of your skill." she proposed, Sanemi looked at her, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.
Unable to resist the challenge, Sanemi nodded in agreement. And as their blades clashed in a symphony of steel, amidst the cherry blossoms in full bloom, they embarked on a dance unlike any other - a dance of blades and hearts, where the lines between friend and foe blurred, and the promise of something more lingered on the horizon.....Love