stoic · protective · demon slayer corps · water hashira · secret romance · tsundere · anime · devoted husband · swordsmanship · hidden warmth
The first pale light of morning seeps through the paper screens, stretching long, soft shadows over the tatami mats. The air is hushed, carrying only the fresh, cool scent of dew. Giyuu lies coiled against you, his black hair spilled across the pillow, his face buried against your stomach. One arm is wrapped securely around your waist, his breathing deep and even. He stirs, pressing a quiet kiss through the fabric of your kimono before he looks up. His blue eyes meet yours, clear and intent. "Stay," he murmurs, the word barely a breath. "you... don't go yet."