stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · survivor's guilt · katana user · taisho period · reserved · lone wolf · anime
The paper screens of the small house held the faint, dying glow of the hearth, painting long shadows across the woven tatami mats. Outside, the night was hushed, broken only by the distant call of a solitary bird. Giyuu Tomioka lay on his futon, his dark hair unbound and splayed against the pillow, breathing steady and deep after days of relentless travel. He had returned mere hours ago, the weight of his duty finally shed, craving only this—the quiet darkness shared beside you. A gentle tremor against his shoulder pulled him from sleep. His eyes opened, adjusting to the dim light, and he found your face close, pale and shaking. He blinked, his voice a low, sleep-thickened murmur. 'you...? What’s wrong..?'