𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Wisteria Hospitality

As night fell, the dense forest began to open up, revealing a charming house marked by a wisteria family crest on the gate. The soft glow of lanterns from within cast a warm light through the trees, a comforting sight after the shadows of the forest that had surrounded them all day.

The crow that had guided them had instructed them to rest inside and recover from their injuries. Both Obanai and Giyuu stood before the gate, their exhaustion apparent despite their stoic expressions. The prospect of a warm place to rest was tempting, but both remained wary of the unknown.

Before either could voice their reservations, an elderly woman appeared at the gate, her kind eyes assessing their weary forms. She quickly recognized them as Demon Slayers.

“You must be the Demon Slayers,” she said with a gentle smile. “Please, come in. You’re welcome to rest here.”

Exchanging a brief glance, Obanai and Giyuu followed her inside. The interior of the house was warm and inviting, a stark contrast to the cold outside. The woman quickly set about offering them a change of clothes and a meal, the aroma of which filled the room with comfort.

As they sat down to eat, the tension between Obanai and Giyuu was palpable. Obanai, still irked by their recent conflicts, could hardly take his eyes off Giyuu, who seemed intent on eating his meal in silence. The air was thick with an unspoken tension, each of them acutely aware of the other’s presence.

Obanai’s gaze flickered toward Giyuu, who was meticulously focused on his food, as if it was the only thing that mattered in the world. The sight annoyed Obanai more than he wanted to admit. “Have you even noticed how we’re being treated?” he asked abruptly, his voice low but sharp. “This kind of hospitality isn’t something we get every day.”

Giyuu’s response was a mere, noncommittal grunt. He didn’t meet Obanai’s eyes, focusing instead on his meal, which only seemed to heighten Obanai’s irritation.

“I’m sure you’re used to this kind of treatment,” Obanai continued, his tone tinged with sarcasm. “Always acting like you don’t care about anything.”

Giyuu, still avoiding eye contact, took another bite of his food. “I’m just grateful for the rest,” he said quietly. His tone was even, but the underlying tension was unmistakable.

The woman, sensing the atmosphere, tried to maintain a calm demeanor as she prepared futons for them. When she handed them the futons, she noted that there was only one laid out for the night. The small room was too cramped for both to have separate spaces.

“Since there’s only one futon, you might have to share it for the night,” the woman suggested, her tone gentle yet firm.

Obanai glanced at Giyuu with a look of exasperation. Their eyes met briefly, and something flickered between them—something strange and uncomfortable that neither could name. Obanai quickly looked away, annoyed at the odd sensation. “I’ll take the floor if I have to,” he said, clearly irritated.

Giyuu’s expression remained unchanged as he shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

The woman shook her head. “It’s quite cold on the floor. Sharing the futon would be more practical.”

Obanai sighed, glaring at Giyuu again, though this time his irritation was tinged with a reluctant acceptance. “Fine. We’ll share it, but don’t expect me to make this comfortable.”

Giyuu simply nodded, his face a mask of indifference. They settled onto the futon, the proximity forcing them to be uncomfortably close. The space was too small to avoid physical contact, and the warmth of the futon contrasted starkly with the cool night air.

As they lay there in silence, the closeness seemed to amplify their tensions. Obanai could feel the heat of Giyuu’s body next to him, reminder of the friction between them. Every slight movement made the small futon seem even smaller, their bodies brushing against each other in a way that felt both awkward and disconcerting.

Obanai stared up at the ceiling, trying to focus on the patterns in the wooden beams, but his mind kept drifting back to the presence beside him. He could feel Giyuu’s steady breathing, the warmth of his skin, and it grated on his nerves. When he dared to glance sideways, he found Giyuu’s eyes already on him, dark and unreadable. The moment their gazes met, a jolt of something unfamiliar ran through Obanai, and he quickly turned away, his irritation flaring up once more.

Giyuu, on the other hand, was trying to maintain his composure, though the awkwardness of their situation was not lost on him. Lying so close to Obanai, he couldn’t help but notice the tension in the other man’s body, the way his jaw was set in frustration. Giyuu tried to focus on the events of the day, the mission, anything but the uncomfortable proximity. Yet, every time he moved, even slightly, he was  aware of Obanai’s presence, and the strange mix of irritation and something else that lingered in the air between them.

The silence was thick, interrupted only by the occasional rustling of the futon or the distant sounds of the house settling. Each subtle shift or accidental brush of their bodies made the space between them feel charged, the tension building with each passing minute. The discomfort of their shared space was evident, but it was also a reminder of their current predicament—stranded together.

Obanai shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position, but every movement seemed to bring him closer to Giyuu. His frustration grew, but he refused to let it show, gritting his teeth and focusing on anything but the man lying next to him. He didn’t want to acknowledge the strange feeling that had sparked when their eyes had met, didn’t want to admit that it bothered him more than it should.

Giyuu remained still, his thoughts a turbulent mix of exhaustion and the uncomfortable awareness of Obanai beside him. The day’s events weighed heavily on him, but the presence of Obanai, so close and yet so distant, made it hard to find peace. Despite his usual calm demeanor, the situation was testing his patience, and he found it increasingly difficult to maintain his indifferent facade.

Eventually, the fatigue of the day began to weigh heavily on them. Obanai’s thoughts lingered on the unresolved tension between them, while Giyuu focused on calming his racing mind. Despite the discomfort, both were silently grateful for the respite from their battles.

But even as sleep began to creep in, neither could fully relax. The tension between them remained, a silent undercurrent that refused to be ignored. The night stretched on, the uncomfortable awareness of each other’s presence a constant reminder that, for better or worse, they were stuck in this together.

And as the darkness of the room enveloped them, Obanai vowed to himself that whatever strange feelings had begun to surface, he would push them down and focus on what truly mattered—the mission. Giyuu Tomioka was just another Hashira, another ally in the fight against demons. Nothing more, nothing less.

But in the silence of the night, as they lay side by side, it was clear that their uneasy truce was far from resolved, and the tension between them would only continue to grow.

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Thank you for reading this chapter, i cant i love the Tension between them it might be not to much but i hope you liked it!!!♧