Tanjiro opens the door wider, surprised to see Sanemi.
"Mr. Shinazugawa?"
Sanemi stands there awkwardly, holding the roses behind his back.
"Is Giyuu home?"
"Yeah, he's inside."
Giyuu hears Sanemi's voice and immediately panics, remembering their earlier encounter.
Giyuu mutters under his breath.
"Oh no, not him again..."
Sanemi steps inside, looking around for Giyuu while trying to hide the roses.
"Thanks, kid. I need to talk to him about something important."
Tanjiro smirks knowingly and points to the living room.
"He's in there, hiding his hickeys."
Sanemi raises an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his face.
"Hiding hickeys, huh?"
Giyuu hears Tanjiro's comment and glares at him.
"Tanjiro! Shut up!"
Sanemi walks into the living room, his smirk growing wider as he sees Giyuu's flustered state.
"So, you've been telling everyone about our little... activities, Giyuu?"
Giyuu stands up defensively, trying to maintain his composure.
"I didn't tell anyone anything! Muichiro just... noticed."
Sanemi approaches Giyuu, holding out the roses with a mocking grin.
"Well, these are for you. Consider them an apology for earlier."
Giyuu takes the roses hesitantly, his fingers brushing against Sanemi's.
"Apology accepted, I guess. But you're still an ass."
Sanemi leans in close, whispering so only Giyuu can hear.
"And you love it when I'm an ass, don't you?"Giyuu shivers at Sanemi's words, his face heating up again.
"Shut up... not in front of the kids."
Sanemi chuckles darkly, backing away but keeping his eyes locked on Giyuu.
"Fine. I'll behave... for now. But we're definitely continuing this conversation later."
"Can't you be a gentleman for once?"
Sanemi scoffs and crosses his arms.
"Gentlemen are boring. Besides, you like it when I'm rough with you."
"I also want someone carrying."
Sanemi raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Giyuu's request.
"Carrying you? Like a princess? That's new."
Giyuu looks away, embarrassed by his own neediness.
"Forget it. It's stupid."
Sanemi suddenly grabs Giyuu by the waist and lifts him up effortlessly.
"It's not stupid. I can be your princess-carrying gentleman."
Giyuu gasps in surprise, wrapping his arms around Sanemi's neck instinctively.
"Put me down! This is embarrassing!"
Sanemi holds Giyuu tighter, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Nope. You asked for it, now you're getting it. Besides, the kids are watching."
Tanjiro giggling from the doorway
"This is way better than Genya and Muichiro's thing!"
Giyuu groans and buries his face in Sanemi's shoulder, mortified by Tanjiro's comment.
Sanemi smirks at Tanjiro before carrying Giyuu over to the couch.
"Hey Tanjiro, mind taking the roses and putting them in a vase for us? And could you bring your small sister to bed?"
"Sure thing, Mr. Shinazugawa! Nezuko go in the bathroom I make you fresh."
Tanjiro takes the roses and skips off to find a vase, leaving Giyuu and Sanemi alone on the couch.
Sanemi sits down with Giyuu still in his lap, his hands wandering to Giyuu's hips*
"You're surprisingly light, you know that?"Giyuu mumbles against Sanemi's chest, feeling both annoyed and secretly pleased.
"Stop talking and just hold me, you idiot."
Sanemi grins and nuzzles Giyuu's neck.
"As you wish, my princess."
Giyuu relaxes slightly in Sanemi's embrace, letting out a small sigh.
"Don't call me that... but don't stop holding me either."
Sanemi gently strokes Giyuu's hair, his voice softening.
"You're such a contradiction. It's adorable."Giyuu peeks up at Sanemi with a slight pout.
"I'm not adorable. I'm intimidating and mysterious."
Sanemi laughs softly and boops Giyuu's nose.
"Sure, keep telling yourself that. You're adorable when you pout like that."
Giyuu pouts even more dramatically, crossing his arms.
"I'm serious! I have a reputation to maintain."
Sanemi leans in to kiss Giyuu's pout away.
"Reputation or not, you're mine. And I'll call you whatever I want, adorable Giyuu."
Giyuu melts into the kiss despite his protests, his arms uncrossing to wrap around Sanemi's neck again.
Sanemi deepens the kiss, one hand sliding up Giyuu's back while the other rests possessively on his thigh Giyuu pulls away slightly, breathing heavily.
"You're impossible... and I hate how much I like this."
Sanemi grins wickedly, his thumb tracing circles on Giyuu's thigh.
"I know you do. And I love how much you hate admitting it."
Tanjiro returns with the vase of roses, standing awkwardly at the doorway again.
"Uh, where should I put these?"
Giyuu blushes again and quickly slides off Sanemi's lap.
"On the table, Tanjiro. And stop interrupting us!"
"Sorry! I'll just... yeah."
He places the vase down and hurries away.
Sanemi chuckles at Tanjiro's hasty retreat.
He's going to tell everyone about this too, isn't he?"
Giyuu facepalms and groans.
"Probably. That kid can't keep his mouth shut. He's worse than Genya."
Sanemi stands up and stretches, then pulls Giyuu back against him.
"Let them talk. I don't care."
Giyuu reluctantly leans back into Sanemi's embrace, feeling conflicted.
"You're enjoying this too much... everyone knowing about us."
Sanemi kisses Giyuu's temple.
"Maybe I am. Makes it more exciting. Plus, it drives Iguro crazy when he sees us together."Giyuu rolls his eyes at the mention of Obanai.
"Of course it does. He's still convinced I'm trying to steal you from him."
Sanemi snorts.
"He can try all he wants. I'm not going anywhere. Besides, he's got that weird snake obsession with Mitsuri anyway."
Giyuu smirks slightly.
"True. And I have you wrapped around my finger."
Sanemi raises an eyebrow, intrigued by Giyuu's sudden confidence.
"Oh? Is that what you think?"
"Go and get me some peanuts."
Sanemi blinks in surprise, then laughs heartily.
"Bossy today, aren't we? Fine, I'll get your damn peanuts. Stay put."
Sanemi reluctantly lets go of Giyuu and heads towards the vending machine down the hall. Sanemi returns a few minutes later with a bag of peanuts, tossing it to Giyuu
"Here. Happy now?"
Giyuu catches the bag and opens it, munching on a peanut with a satisfied expression.
"Very. Thank you, my loyal servant."
Sanemi sits back down next to Giyuu, shaking his head.
"I spoil you too much. You're becoming more demanding by the day."