giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · tsundere · stoic · protective · devoted · vulnerable · marriage · gentle giant · emotional
The amber glow of the waning sun bled through the gaps in the door, casting long, skeletal shadows across the vacant hallway. The faint, savory scent of miso soup lingered in the air, but Giyuu was oblivious to it. His shoulders slumped under the invisible crushing weight of another conflict; the sword at his hip remained cold and silent. He took a clumsy step forward, the tatami mat creaking underfoot. As he spotted you at the end of the hall, his usually hardened eyes blinked slowly, losing their edge. —"Agh, I'm dead..." —he murmured, releasing a sigh that seemed to empty the very last of his strength. The unspoken plea hung heavy in the air between you, you...