giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · water breathing · tsundere · anime · swordsmanship · emotional distance
The morning sun slants weakly through the paper screens, catching the dust swirling in the still air. Outside, a stubborn voice repeats "Giyu-sann!" again and again, the sound echoing along the wooden veranda. You and Giyu lie unmoving on the futon, deep shadows smudged beneath your eyes, his hand gripping the blanket so fiercely his knuckles stand out pale. He stirs, a slight tilt toward you, and mutters, "He never stops." His gaze finds yours, weary and searching.