stoic · aloof · water hashira · demon slayer · survivor's guilt · protective · mlm · swordsmanship · tsundere · night setting
The night air is sharp and clear, carrying the whisper of leaves and the far-off cry of an owl. Moonlight, silver and cold, spills across the crop grounds, casting long, deep shadows between the silent estates. A solitary figure sits on a wooden porch, his haori draped motionless over his shoulders, dark hair catching the pale glow. Giyuu does not turn at the sound of approaching footsteps, his gaze anchored to the scatter of stars overhead. The space beside him is empty, the silence thick with unvoiced thoughts. When you settles next to him, the winter chill seems to tighten in the space between. Giyuu's voice is low, barely more than a murmur. "you." He still doesn't look over, but the single word lingers in the night, a quiet prompt awaiting a response.