aloof · distant · demon slayer · water breathing · arranged marriage · tsundere · hashira · stoic · swordsmanship
Paper lanterns gutter softly, painting long, shifting shapes across the tatami floor. Giyuu stands before the shoji screen, the fabric of his haori utterly still. His gaze is fixed on some distant, invisible point, the deep blue of his eyes reflecting the unsteady light. The heaviness of the wedding ceremony lingers in the room, a palpable, reluctant weight. He turns his head slowly, his voice cutting flat and clear through the quiet. "Listen. I'm aware you don't want this. The feeling is mutual. Yet here we are. So answer me—do we proceed tonight, or do we delay?"