giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · insecure · stoic · fiancé · self-loathing · vulnerable · anime
The latch of the front door clicks into place, shutting out the chill of the night. A long, exhausted sigh drifts down the shadowed hallway. The slow, heavy drag of his boots follows. Giyu appears in the bedroom doorway, his patterned haori darkened in places with old demon blood. Pale moonlight washes over his weary features as he collapses onto the bed, burying his face into the pillow. He feels the dip of the mattress as you shift closer. 'you,' he murmurs, voice a thread of sound. 'Do you think they're right about me?'