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Seven Minutes, Starting Now! by ilyflamehashira
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
04 Aug 2025
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In this fun college!au, Giyuu Tomioka is faced with a game of seven minutes in heaven with the man who seems to hate his guts--Sanemi Shinazugawa. With tensions high between them, seven tipsy minutes stuck in a closet together might be exactly what they need.
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30 Jul 2025
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“Accusing you of what? You’re confusing. Aren’t we supposed to be doing this stupid dare anywa—”
Giyuu’s worries disintegrated to ash and settled to the floor beside their feet. Sanemi’s rough hands gripped the sides of Giyuu’s face, hard. They kissed for a long, long time, lips pressed against each other as if trying to create a vacuum between them. When they let go, Giyuu could feel his eyelids drooping, lips shiny and jaw slack. I didn't want to stop. He wrapped his arms around Sanemi’s neck and went in again. Sanemi, unprepared, slumped against the wall and let out a small noise. It wasn’t exactly a sexual noise, it was more like that of a dreamy sigh. They kissed and kissed, lips smacking. Giyuu had no clue what he was doing. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, eyes closed, lips against Sanemi’s. “I’m not very good at this.”
Sanemi let out a shuddering breath. “You bastard. This can’t be your first time.”
“It absolutely is.”
They were now forehead to forehead. “I never hated you,” Sanemi said, and kissed Giyuu on the corner of his lip. “I was intimidated.” He kissed his jaw. “I never in my life thought I liked boys.” He kissed Giyuu’s neck and it sent chills throughout his nerves. “Then I saw you. And it threw me off.” He bit his neck softly, sucking ever so slightly. Giyuu tilted his neck back in ecstasy, nearly whimpering. Sanemi was so pretty, he thought, cupping his face in his hand. Scar and all. His hair was so messy from the way he tangled his fingers in it. His heart dropped. The seven minutes had to be over soon, no? He didn’t know what to say.
“What about me threw you off?”
Sanemi kissed him again, biting his lower lip before letting go. “I—”
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Mixed Signals by brountide
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
31 Mar 2025
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Giyuu's crow is old- sometimes confused. He doesn't always deliver letters to their intended recipient.
Sanemi doesn't understand a thing about Giyuu, other than the fact hes a stuck up bastard. When he starts accidentally recieving letters from the Water Pillar intended for Tanjiro, he still doesn't understand Giyuu- but he feels like he's starting to.
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02 Apr 2025
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“You look nice, too, you know,” Tomioka smiles as he refills both their cups. Sanemi is taken off guard, but tries to find his composure.
“You don’t have to say that,” He blushes, because Tomioka likely said it to make him feel better for his earlier slip up. He doubts someone like Giyuu would actually think that over someone like him, anyway.
“Why wouldn’t I be serious?” Tomioka says then, a change in his voice, “I don’t lie.”
“Because look at me, and look at you,” Sanemi says confidently, shrugging his shoulders.
“What difference am I supposed to be seeing here, other than the fact we're different people?” Tomioka is getting that stern tone again, and Sanemi has to ignore the fact that yeah, he likes it when it’s directed at him. He needs to focus on the point here.
“I’m covered in scars, Tomioka. There’s nothing I can do to hide that,” There's a reason he doesn’t like looking in the mirror.
“And?” Sanemi is getting frustrated at how obtuse Tomioka is being, how far he’s taking the joke. He’s about to say so when Tomioka cuts in, “It doesn’t mean you’re not handsome. I can think whatever I want of you, and I think you look nice. So find a way to deal with it.”
Sanemi’s mouth clicks shut at that, not really knowing how to respond. He just knows the heat in his face is back and he feels a lot of things, mostly confusion that he actually believes Tomioka. Handsome. He used the word handsome to describe Sanemi.
“You’re blushing,” Tomioka finally points out, sipping more off his cup with that same mischief from earlier back in his gaze. “You can’t be serious no one has ever told you before.”
“Shut up,” Sanemi tries to fight back, but to no avail. He’s helpless against those moody blue eyes, “No. They used to say it a lot when I was a kid, but then I got this,” he gestures to his face, the scar across his nose.
“Then they are dumbasses,” Sanemi is stunned, not sure he’s ever heard Tomioka curse before. That sake must be going to his head the same way it’s starting to go to Sanemi’s. Regardless, Sanemi and Tomioka both finish off their cups.
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the Wolf and the Raven by averageanonymous
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
30 Jun 2025
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A collection of short-to-very-short Sanegiyuu "scenes" that will probably be mostly Fluff, and are too short or plotless to have earned their own individual fic.
Part 1: A wolf, Muichiro had called him. Not inaccurate, Giyuu thought as he stroked Sanemi's hair and felt the softness of it between his fingers. Not inaccurate at all to compare Sanemi Shinazugawa to a creature so beautiful or so strong.
Part 2/3: Modern/Reincarnation AU Bookshop Meet-Cute. Giyu and Sanemi run into each other in their local bookshop - literally. (Ch2 Giyu POV; Ch3 Sanemi POV)
Part 4: Tengen visits Sanemi & Giyuu Post-War at the Butterly MansionBookmarked by Baby_Blue_Shark
27 Mar 2025
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A wolf, Muichiro had called him.
Admired as much as he was feared. Sharp eyes and rough edges. A voice that snarled and a body crossed with scars. Grace belied by size and strength. A creature made for violence, that hunted under moon and starlight and took its prey with a smile.
Not inaccurate, Giyuu thought as he stroked Sanemi's hair and felt the softness of it between his fingers. Not inaccurate at all to compare Sanemi Shinazugawa to a creature so beautiful or so strong, defined by loyalty to his pack.
"Something on your mind?" Sanemi asked. Harsh. But not unkind. "I can feel you staring."
"No," Giyuu said, smoothing the hair off Sanemi's forehead and tucking stray pieces behind his ears, tracing their curve with slender fingers.
Sanemi's eyes opened, lilac irises gazing up, vivid under afternoon sunlight and crystal blue skies. He watched Giyuu closely. Too perceptive, these days. It was getting harder to hide his thoughts behind masks of silence and stoicism. If Sanemi asked again, Giyuu would have to tell him what Muichiro had said. He wondered how he'd react to the young Hashira's observation.
He didn't ask again, though.
Sanemi sat up, the weight of his head lifting from Giyuu's lap. He scrubbed his hand through his hair, disheveling it even more than Giyuu's idle caressing had. Then he took Giyuu's chin in his hand, callouses rough on his skin, leaned in, and pressed a kiss to his lips.
Soft lips, warm lips, gentle lips. Gone too quickly.
Sanemi flicked Giyuu's forehead lightly.
"Food?" He asked, "Your stomach is loud as hell."
A flush colored Giyuu's face. "You're the one who decided to take a nap on my lap before lunch," he reminded Sanemi flatly.
"Hm," Sanemi grunted, but there was mirth in the twist of his smirk. "So?"
Giyuu sighed and got to his feet, a smile threatening his carefully controlled expression. Frustratingly persistent, that smile, when he was around the Wind Pillar. He turned away before Sanemi could see it.
"I'm sure I've got something we could throw together," Giyuu said and walked into his house, Sanemi following close at his back.
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Safe And Sound by Strawberry_Angel
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
23 Mar 2025
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“—And make sure he actually stays in bed,” Shinobu says, giving Giyuu a pointed look. “I know how stubborn he is, but you cannot let him push himself. He needs rest, or the wound will reopen.”
Giyuu gives a small nod. “The Master has given me a week off as well.” His voice is quiet, steady. “To take care of him.”
Sanemi’s stomach sinks. Not only does Giyuu know, but he’s going to be watching Sanemi like a damn hawk the entire time, taking care of him like he’s some sick child.
Could this get any worse?
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OR: Sanemi gets hurt on a mission, Giyuu takes care of him.
Bookmarked by Baby_Blue_Shark
25 Mar 2025
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Sanemi knows Giyuu is serious—knows this isn’t just about physical injuries. But he doesn’t do serious, doesn’t do letting himself be taken care of, so he does what he always does—he scoffs.
“I heal faster when I get what I want,” he mutters.
Giyuu gives him a long, steady look. “That’s not how the body works.”
Sanemi smirks. “It’s how mine works.”
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in whispers soft, the firefly glows by inkedthunder
Fandoms: 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Anime), 鬼滅の刃 | Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba (Manga)
22 Mar 2025
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Giyuu finally comes to, waking up to a new day free from demons forever. With shoulders that are learning to be weighed by burdens no longer, he strives to find and discover the strength to live on, from within and from those who remain. And that includes a certain cantankerous person that he least expects to find companionship and comfort from.
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“Shinazugawa.”Sanemi lets out a heavy sigh, his chest sinking with weary resignation. “Will it kill you to at least say hello?”
“...Hello.”
[Rating and tags updated for Chapter 4]
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23 Mar 2025
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“I want to hold you like this. I want to be the only one to hold you like this. I want to wake up to the sight of you. I can never get enough of hearing you say my name. Do you know that I started looking forward to eating your damn ohagi? Cause I had, even though I didn’t want to admit it at first. And now I want to do everything and anything that makes you happy.”
Sanemi leans closer, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Every time you smile, I can never look away. That salmon daikon I made for you? I saw how you smiled every time you ate it and I wanted to make it happen.
“You told me before that if I want something I only need to ask. It is you — you are what I want. I want you so much it hurts.”
If Sanemi possessed the artful eloquence of a poet drunk on infatuation he would have spun intricate lines of reverent adoration until the dawn breaks. But he is merely a man with a heart overflowing with affection, engulfed in a passion borne out of love. For once in a long time, the fire inside him burns pure and devoid of the rage that festered in the shadow of his flames.
Giyuu stares at him, lips parted in shock. Sanemi longs to close the distance and know how it feels and tastes against his own mouth.
But he cannot, not until he has a reply from Giyuu.
“What about you? Do you still think we are friends?”
Giyuu considers him, for a moment so long it is almost torturous. “Yes.”
A numbing cold douses Sanemi as his heart plunges with the answer. He lowers his hand from Giyuu’s face, but Giyuu hastily clutches onto it. Sanemi startles, searching Giyuu’s eyes for an explanation.
Frantic desperation flickers in those eyes. Giyuu’s mouth twitches, as if struggling to unscramble his emotions to form the right sequence of words to roll off his tongue. Eventually he speaks, voice hushed in its yearnful confession.
“We are friends. But I have never wanted someone the way I want you. All that you want of me — to hold me, to wake up next to me — I want it. There is no one else.”
Sanemi sucks in a sharp breath. He wants to look away, but the intensity in Giyuu’s eyes ensnares him from where he stands. They burn with the need to be understood, and Sanemi understands.
Just then, a drop of rain falls on Sanemi's cheek. It is hardly worth his notice, but Giyuu leans in until their clothes rustle against each other. Raising his hand to Sanemi’s face, Giyuu brushes the droplet off it. Slowly, delicately, like ink off a painting.