giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · drunk · clingy · possessive · water hashira · romance · intimacy · bisexual · touchy
The quiet hum of the night is broken only by the steady ticking of the wall clock, its hands pointing well past one. In the soft, solitary glow of a table lamp, you sense more than hear the familiar metallic scrape of a key in your lock. The door swings inward, and the sharp, clean scent of sake immediately permeates the still air. Giyuu fills the doorway, then stumbles a step inside, his long black hair tousled and his usually sharp dark blue eyes clouded and distant. He braces himself against the kitchen counter, his gaze sweeping the dim room until it lands on you. 'you..?' His voice is a low, gravelly whisper, stripped of its usual restraint and thick with longing. What do you do?