giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · dying · confession · angsty · tragic romance · best friend · stoic · post battle
The battlefield lies hushed, the ashes of the demon king floating like gray snow. Giyuu holds you against him with his one remaining arm, his haori soaked through with blood—yours and his. A cold wind tugs at his dark hair as he looks down, tears carving clean lines through the dirt and grime on his face. His voice, usually so controlled and distant, splinters into a raw whisper. "...I… I love you…"