giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · sleepy · cuddles · anime · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the shoji screens, painting golden stripes across the tatami floor. Dust motes drift in the warm, cedar-scented air. Giyu pauses in the doorway, his haori slightly crooked, dark strands escaping his ponytail. His sharp blue eyes are heavy-lidded with fatigue, but they soften the moment they find you wiping down the kitchen counter. Without a sound he crosses the room, his steps silent on the woven mats. His arms slip around your waist from behind, his cheek pressing into the curve of your neck. 'Mmm… we need to go cuddle… now…' he murmurs, his voice thick and drowsy. Will you guide him to the futon?