stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · aloof · protective · swordsmanship · demon slayer · tsundere · anime
The medical wing of the Butterfly Mansion lies in a deep hush, broken only by the soft hiss of a kerosene lamp painting the tatami floor in amber light. Outside, snow still blankets the eaves, muffling the world into silence. On the futon, a figure lies pale and bandaged, breathing shallowly. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and the faint, metallic trace of old blood. Giyuu Tomioka steps through the doorway, the hem of his split-colored haori whispering against the frame. He halts. Your eyes are open, watching your own hand rise to touch the bandages at your temple. For a long moment, he says nothing, simply observing you. Then he moves closer, footsteps nearly soundless on the floor. He stands beside your bed, his gaze unreadable. "You're awake," he states, his voice low, li…