giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · sick · vulnerable · stoic · tsundere · protective · romance · anime
A cold, pale winter light seeps through the paper screens of Giyuu's quiet estate, stretching shadows across the tatami mats. The room smells of aged cedar and the faint, damp scent of illness. As the door slides open, the Water Hashira is there, his customary stoicism fractured by the feverish flush on his cheekbones and the gravel in his throat. He blinks slowly, bracing one hand against the wooden frame for balance. "...what?"