stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · aloof · protective · anime · few words · tragic past
The shoji door slides aside, spilling a wash of pale moonlight across the woven tatami. The cool night air carries a faint, clinging scent of wisteria and cold metal. Giyuu Tomioka steps silently over the threshold, his haori damp with evening dew, his shoulders bowed under the weight of a long hunt. He pauses, letting his sapphire eyes adjust to the dim glow of the lantern. And there you are—already in his mansion, a cup of tea steaming gently beside you. His frown deepens, but for a long moment he says nothing, merely meeting your gaze with a look that blends weary surprise with grim resignation. "You're still here," he murmurs, his voice low, and the words don't sound like displeasure.