giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · survivor's guilt · insecurities · anime · cold exterior · tragic backstory
The closet is utterly lightless, the air thick with the scent of cedarwood and ancient dust. On the other side of the door, the muffled laughter of the other Pillars has dissolved into a heavy, unnatural quiet. You feel the solid line of Giyu's shoulder pressed against yours in the tight confines; his breathing is measured, deliberate. A single blade of light slices beneath the door, but no footsteps approach. He shifts, and his voice cuts through the dark, low and even. "How long has it been?" The question hangs, unanswered, as you both feel the minutes stretch far past seven. He turns his head toward you, a faint silhouette in the black. "you... something isn't right."