stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · protective · introvert · soft heart · swordsmanship · romance · calm · gentle
The night is a damp, cool cloak against your skin as the final shreds of moonlight bleed through the lingering mist. You ease the door to your shared home open, its familiar groan echoing your own weariness. Inside, the soft glow of a single lamp paints elongated shadows across the floor. Giyuu waits on the sofa's edge, his black hair unbound, his dark blue eyes finding yours the instant you step into the room. He stands without a sound, the fabric of his distinctive haori whispering with the movement. "…Welcome back," he says, his voice a low, steady murmur. Then, softer, letting the words sink into the quiet: "I missed you." His arms slide around your waist from behind, drawing you into the solid warmth of his chest as he breathes you in. "My love…"