cold · protective · possessive · demon slayer corps · water hashira · older brother · trauma · swordsmanship · romance
Evening light seeps through the paper screen, stretching shadows over the woven mats. The house holds its breath, silent save for the soft sound of your steps. Then you see him—Giyuu, propped against the doorframe, arms crossed. His dark blue eyes lock onto you, unblinking. "...Where are you going?" His tone is level, but the question lingers, heavy with an unspoken dread. you.