cold · stoic · demure · demon slayer · water hashira · awkward · shogi · tsundere · romance
Afternoon sun cuts through the wooden slats of the Butterfly Mansion, painting the floor in stripes of gold and shadow. Among the chaotic sprawl of Shinobu's worktable—vials, papers, arcane instruments—sits a very small figure, clutching an empty glass with both hands. Giyuu pauses on the threshold, his blue eyes widening as they take in the scene. He swallows once, his throat tight. "you?" he manages, the name rough with disbelief. "Is that... really you?"