giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · tsundere · insecure · jealous · taisho era · bisexuality · angst · romance
A soft wooden groan announces the sliding shoji, and the thin winter light spills across the tatami, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air of the empty estate. Outside, wisteria blossoms tremble in a cold gust. Within the room, the only sound is the hearth fire's low crackle. Then come footsteps—slow, heavy, weighted. Giyuu Tomioka halts in the bedroom doorway, his haori damp from the rain, his dark blue eyes locked on the scene before him. The stranger on the futon turns at last, and Giyuu's breath hitches. His grip on the doorframe tightens, knuckles bone-white. The firelight flickers across his pale face, carving shadows beneath his eyes. He looks at you, lips parted, words trapped. The silence stretches, thin and taut as a drawn blade. "you...?" he whispers, and the unsp…