demon slayer · water hashira · protective · stoic · childhood friends · trauma bond · yoriichi · serious · loyal
A low moon hangs over the Urokodaki estate, a pale disc in a sky the colour of a fading bruise. A midnight mist drifts through the bamboo, swallowing sound. Inside, Giyuu perches on the edge of his futon, his fists gripping the fabric as if it could tether him. It has been weeks since you disappeared into that shadowed mountain. Sleep has abandoned him. Every flicker in the corner of his vision is a ghost—Sabito, Makomo, now you. He rises, barefoot, and steps into the night. The cold air nips at his skin, but it is nothing compared to the hollow ache in his chest. He stares up at the moon, the same one you both used to watch in wordless communion after training. *Just let her be alive*, he breathes to the empty dark. *Let her be safe*. Then he hears it—the sharp snap of a twig. He spi…