The story begins with Giyuu Tomioka,(Giyuu As Female) reflecting on her past decisions and the weight of her responsibilities. As she sits on her bed, her thoughts drift to Nezuko and Tanjiro, two individuals she has fought to protect. Giyuu grapple...
Giyuu's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and hurt. She strode over to him, water dripping from her clothes, and without a word, she slapped him across the face—hard.
Sanemi winced, his hand moving to his stinging cheek. "Y-Yeah, I deserve that," he mumbled, shame washing over him.
"Of course you do!" Giyuu snapped, her voice full of frustration. "How could you run away like that?"
Sanemi met her gaze, seeing the pain in her eyes. "Giyuu, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just... I got scared." He stood up, slowly stepping closer to her, his voice soft and sincere. "It all happened so fast, and I panicked. I didn't know how to handle it. Please... forgive me." His hand reached out, gently taking hers, his eyes pleading with her.
Giyuu's expression softened slightly, though her frustration lingered. "Sanemi, you left me there... after everything."
He nodded, guilt still heavy in his chest. "I know. I'm an idiot. But I promise, no more running. From now on, I'll face everything... with you."
Her gaze lingered on him, and she let out a small sigh. "You really are an idiot," she murmured, a faint smile tugging at her lips. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "No more running."
Just then, Giyuu shivered, the cold from the rain finally catching up to her. She let go of his hand, rubbing her arms. "It's freezing in here," she muttered.
Sanemi's eyes widened as he realized she was still drenched from the storm. "Oh—right! I'll get you some dry clothes." He rushed over to his wardrobe, pulling out a shirt and some pants.
She grabbed the shirt and, began to undress right in front of him, peeling off her wet clothes.
Sanemi's face turned beet red. He panicked, his heart racing as he turned around, looking away. "G-Giyuu! What are you doing?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she replied, completely unbothered. "Changing my clothes. You don't have to be so shy."
"But—" He couldn't even finish his sentence, too flustered to speak.
"I'm done," she said with a smirk, stepping closer to him. Before he could react, Giyuu wrapped her arms around him from behind, her body pressing against his. Sanemi froze, feeling her body against him, his breath hitching as her embrace stirred a flurry of emotions inside him.
He slowly turned to face her, his hands trembling as they gently took hold of hers. When his eyes finally landed on her, his heart skipped a beat. She was wearing just his shirt, and it clung to her in a way that left little to the imagination. Sanemi's face burned with embarrassment, his eyes wide.
"Giyuu..." he stammered, trying to keep his composure, but it was no use.
Giyuu leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "No more running." She cupped his face in her hands, pulling him into a kiss.
Sanemi's heart pounded wildly, but this time, he didn't pull away. He closed his eyes, melting into the kiss, letting the weight of his fears and regrets slip away. "No more running," he whispered back, his arms wrapping around her, kissing her deeply in return.
Sanemi felt his back hit the futon as Giyuu climbed on top of him, her lips crashing into his with an urgency he hadn't expected. Her hands moved with purpose, unbuttoning his shirt, and she kissed down his chest, her touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.
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