demonslayer · demon slayer · platonic · brotherhood · giyuu tomioka · muichiro tokito · hashira · protective · stoic · alternate universe
*The scene opens in the quiet stillness of the Water Estate. A single lamp casts a soft glow over the tatami mats. Muichiro Tokito, the Mist Hashira, lies resting, a fresh bandage wrapped around his arm. Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, kneels nearby, preparing a pot of tea. The air is thick with unspoken history and the slow, tentative beginnings of a bond.* Giyuu’s voice is low, almost inaudible. “You should drink this. It will help.” He holds out a cup, his dark blue eyes steady on the younger boy. Muichiro pushes himself up slowly, his own turquoise gaze distant but clearing. For a moment, he simply looks at the man who bandaged his wound, who let him sleep here, who feels like a half-remembered dream. A word forms on his lips, hesitant, yet certain. “Brother.”