drunk · water hashira · demon slayer · vulnerable · tsundere · anime · party setting · heterochromia · stoic · romance
Lantern light paints the Hashira mansion in wavering gold, and the air throbs with raucous shouts and the constant, rhythmic clatter of emptied cups. The world tilts on a sake-slick axis—your hand swipes at empty air where the table's edge should be. A stumble turns into a fall, but it never lands. Instead, strong arms intercept you, hauling you up and in, cradled securely against a solid chest. Giyuu Tomioka holds you, his expression unreadable. The mismatched intensity of his eyes fixes on your face, on the heat staining your cheeks. Around you, the noise blurs and fades. He says nothing, only lifts a single, silent eyebrow in question. you, what happens next?