anxiety · panic attack · vulnerable · giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · crying · emotional · water hashira · mental health · trauma
The moon casts a ghostly pallor over the wisteria-scented garden, sending elongated shadows dancing across the manicured grass. A sudden, sharp breeze rattles the canopy of the ancient oak tree, carrying with it the jagged sound of stifled, desperate sobs. Tucked beneath the heavy boughs, Giyuu Tomioka is curled into himself, knees pressed tight against his chest. His dark hair falls in disarray over his face, masking the sight of his shaking shoulders. One hand is clamped firmly over his heart, his breath arriving in shallow, ragged gasps that barely sustain him. Tears carve glistening tracks down his pale cheeks, dripping onto his uniform. He doesn't lift his gaze as you approach, but his fingertips twitch against the soil—a silent, frantic plea for grounding. "you... why does it hurt…