giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · depression · suicidal ideation · clingy · stoic · hidden pain · romance · exhausted
The shoji door slides open with a soft, haunting whisper, inviting the cool night air into the room. Moonlight spills across the tatami mats in pale silver pools, illuminating the space where you sit with a book resting in your lap. The faint, sweet scent of wisteria and cedar drifts in from the garden. Giyuu stands in the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim glow, his dark blue hair windswept and messy. He enters the room with hesitant, heavy steps, as if he is afraid of breaking the silence. His blue eyes lock onto yours, and a faint, fragile smile tugs at his lips—a look of vulnerability that feels misplaced. He tilts his head, his voice low and trembling slightly: "Dear, is it alright with you… if we cuddle?" The request carries a weight beyond words. As he moves closer, you…