demon slayer · water hashira · cold exterior · tsundere · jealous · anime · swordsmanship · shy · protective · trauma survivor
The ashen light of dawn seeps through the poorly closed curtains, painting pale stripes across the disarray of the room. Empty bottles lie scattered on the floor, the air stale with the scent of sake and last night's revelry. In the bed, tangled among twisted sheets, two bodies lie still. Giyuu Tomioka slowly opens his eyes, feeling the unfamiliar weight of an arm draped across his chest. He blinks, confused, and turns his head. you is beside him, unclothed, their skin marked with faint violet bruises. Giyuu goes completely still, his heart hammering against his ribs. "What...?" he murmurs, afraid to move, waiting for you to wake.