I Breathe I Breathe, I Don't Breathe, These Two-

I look at Giyuu and realize that I want to devour him and kiss him at the same time My sweet, silly water boy…

EVERYONE COMPARES SANEMI TO A DOG OR A WOLF, BUT I SAY - SANEMI IS A STUPID FUCKING BLACK CAT WHO HAS ZERO BRAIN CELLS

To the people who think Sanemi is desperate for Kanae's attention and is always casing after her...

🖕🖕

Despite their abrasive exteriors and distinct personalities—Sanemi’s hot-headed and impulsive demeanor contrasting with Obanai’s reserved, critical nature—they exhibit a bond strengthened by their mutual rivalry. […]. Obanai, known for his sharp tongue, rarely directs his criticism toward Sanemi, and Sanemi, for his part, values Obanai’s discipline, seeing it as a challenge to match his precision and surpass his limits.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA and OBANAI IGURO in Demon Slayer, Hashira Training Arc

Trying to draw again after a few years… Oh, I really haven't done it in almost four years? Phew, well, a sketch of my oc for kny, a mess of scales, fins and my tattoo. No one forbids half-breeds to have tattoos, right?

YAPIII

HE SO TINY OMG

MY LITTLE HUSBAND 🫧🌊🫧

Continuation of this post, as you have been waiting! Sanemi can't see color.

The question seems strange and unexpected to Giyuu, for a moment he wants to ask Sanemi himself what it is for, but such unexpected joy in the form of a simple act of communication overshadows this thought, forcing him to answer a few seconds later.

"Dark blue."

Dark blue…

Sanemi barely restrains himself from swallowing, so that the movements of his Adam's apple do not give away how this answer excites him, making his veins tense.

Dark blue, like the ocean itself, he thinks. Like the evening sky before it is covered by rain clouds, like the waves of the sea that he saw a couple of times as a child and was simply amazed by the beauty and powerful force of water. Perhaps like those precious stones, sapphires, that he saw in the hairpins of wealthy ladies that sometimes came across in the neighborhood where his family lived. Dark blue, just like that strange blue tea, anchan, if his memory served him right.

The Wind Pillar clutches the hilt of the katana on his hip, trying to calm his wild imagination, which still remembered the colors he had seen as a child.

Oh, Buddha, how he wanted to see the eyes of that idiot Tomioka now.

To see if the blue of his eyes could shine. Had his eyes ever shined before? He thought so, yes, it was possible.

Sanemi stares at Giyuu so hard that Giyuu tilts his head uncertainly in silent question, not understanding what he had done wrong in answering the question. And Sanemi himself continues to study those confused eyes, their depth and shades of gray, imagining what they really were.

He so wants to believe that they are the deepest color of the purest sapphires, like in the fairy tales he told his siblings.

Yes… These are the kind of eyes that the Water Pillar should have.

"I wish I could see them." He whispers, causing Giyuu to involuntarily look away, embarrassed and unsure of what it was, while the Wind Pillar grins, baring his fangs.

I can't get over the fact that Obanai is almost blind in his right eye, and he relies heavily on Kaburamaru to navigate his surroundings. True, I can almost always see that the snake's head is on his left shoulder.

But there are times when his snake friend isn't around… And his right side is a little vulnerable.

Did Sanemi know about this?

Oh, I'm sure he found out about it in the most horrible and stupid way!

Simply bumping into or accidentally touching Obanai, exploding in a light curse about how inattentive he is, especially for a Hashira. But seeing, or rather, not hearing the response tirade, Sanemi falls silent, tilting his head to the side, trying to understand what's going on.

And only after learning about the blindness, he barely snorts in irritation, folding his arms over his chest.

"Is that the case? Your right side needs work."

Obanai himself would not notice at what point after that, Wind Hashira began to stay to his right, in meetings, in battle, just nearby.

His golden eye always caught the vague figure of his friend nearby, but Iguro himself never said anything about it.

Perhaps he was comforted by this presence, even if he would never admit it. Not even to himself.

Sanemi doesn't see color.

He lost the colors of this world when he first had to take up arms, and he never saw this world again.

Everything seemed as if it was an eternal cold winter. Everything was gray, faded, and dead, no matter where he looked.

He looked at the sky, but he no longer saw its azure purity.

He caught cherry blossom petals in his palms and looked at them for a long time, tracing the outline and delicacy of the veins of the flower with his pads, but he did not see what the cherry blossoms were like this year.

He sat on a tree branch, looking at the setting sun over the mountains and forest cover, but all he saw in the sky was a scribble of gray shades.

He often thought that he would gradually forget the colors.

If only, if only... if only they did not dream of him.

Rarely, fleetingly, but he clung to that moment every time in his dreams, keeping it in his memory...

He had never seen what color Tomioka's eyes were.

Of course, he hadn't seen any of the colors of the other Pillars. Not their hair, not their clothes, not their eyes. He knew that Gyomei was blind. He knew that Obanai had two different eye colors, and that the right one was almost blind. He knew that Kyoujuro's eyes always shone. He knew that Muichiro's eyes often stopped at something without thinking, empty.

So why did Giyuu's dark, dull even eyes catch his attention?

"Tomioka..." the question hangs in the air as Shinazugawa stares at the Water Pillar, narrowing his eyes slightly, making a soft tsking sound as the Water Pillar tilts his head to the side in a silent question.

"What... color are your eyes?..."

Cat-Sanemi teaches Cat-Giyu to enjoy life