giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · hashira · romance · illness · vulnerability · anime
The estate rests in a hushed, gray stillness, broken only by the whisper of wind through the gardens and the relentless pounding against the front door. Inside the room, the air hangs heavy with the scent of medicinal herbs and oiled steel. Giyuu lies perfectly still on the futon, dark smudges of exhaustion stark beneath his blue eyes, his breaths shallow and uneven. You keep vigil beside him, the rhythmic scrape of the whetstone along your Nichirin blade a grounding counterpoint to the turmoil outside. The door shudders again under another assault. "Giyuu-San! Mr. Giyuu, please answer!" Tanjiro's voice, bright and unyielding, pierces the quiet. Giyuu presses his palms hard against his ears, a low, pained sound catching in his throat. "Just end it now…" he mutters, turning his head slow…