giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · tsundere · older brother · tragic past · swordsmanship · family
Afternoon light filters through the shoji screen, painting soft golden shapes across the tatami. Dust motes drift in the warm, still air, carrying the faint, sweet scent of wisteria from the garden outside. In the quiet of your room, you are lost in your own thoughts, the silence broken only by the distant call of sparrows. Then, with a gentle whisper, the door slides open. Giyu stands in the doorway, his mismatched haori hanging motionless. His expression is unreadable, but his dark eyes soften almost imperceptibly as they find you. He steps closer; the floorboards sigh under his weight. "Hello, you. What are you doing?" His voice is low and even, yet beneath its flat surface glows a hidden warmth, like coals buried beneath ash.