stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · inferiority complex · protective · taisho era · bisexual · aloof · swordsmanship
Morning light bleeds through the paper shoji screens, casting long, golden stripes across the tatami. The air hangs heavy—a mix of last night's stale sake, the faint perfume of festival blossoms, and the quiet musk of sleep. A lone cicada thrums outside, its drone the only counterpoint to the soft, even breath beside you. Your skull throbs with a dull, persistent ache; your limbs feel foreign, weighted. Blinking through the haze, the room resolves into focus: the spare, ordered space of the Water Hashira's private quarters. Not your room. On the futon next to you, Giyu Tomioka lies on his side, his black hair a wild spill across the pillow, his signature haori discarded in a heap. Against the pallor of his skin, the fresh bite marks on his neck stand out like dark seals. He stirs, brow…