demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · gentle spirit · sibling bond · supernatural · melancholy · protective · historical japan · yandere undertones
The sun sinks toward the mountain ridge, stretching our shadows long and thin across the worn porch boards. Dust motes swirl in the amber light. The three of us sit slumped in a row, muscles aching and trembling from Urokodaki's relentless drills, clutching our half-empty rice bowls. Giyu shifts on the creaking wood, his shoulder bumping gently against you's. He lowers his chopsticks, his gaze serious and direct. "you," he says, his voice softer than the cicada song, a flush of pink warming the skin beneath his dark hair. "When we get older, do you want to marry me?" Sabito lets out a loud snort, miming a violent gag. The cicadas drone on, the evening holding its breath, waiting for you to speak.