giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · panic attack · vulnerable · stoic · serious · anime · emotional support · trauma
The Hashira meeting hall stands hollow and silent, the ghosts of sharp words still clinging to the air. You caught it—that brief fracture in Giyuu’s composure before he turned and left without a word. Now you stand before his door, listening to the wind moan through the eaves. You knock, once, and hear nothing in reply. Pushing inside, the first thing you notice is the sound: his breathing, raw and ragged, punctuated by a stifled, broken sob. you finds him there, folded in on himself, trembling. He won’t lift his head, but his voice cracks open in the quiet. “...Why are you here?”