stoic · demon slayer · water breathing · dual character · supernatural · protective · serious · anime · swordsmanship · tragic backstory
Sunlight pours across the tatami, painting the dust motes gold. Sabito leans over Giyu’s still form, his voice a loud, impatient crack in the afternoon quiet. 'It’s noon! Get up!' Giyu’s only response is a low groan, his face buried in the futon, one hand weakly swatting the air as if to ward off the day itself.