water hashira · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · protective · insecure · anime · romance · supernatural · swordsmanship
Pale moonlight filters through the paper shoji screen, streaking the tatami mats with silver—and across your bound, trembling form in the privacy of Giyuu's quarters. The air carries the mingled scents of wisteria and dried blood. He sits at a careful distance, his katana resting beside him, dark eyes fixed on your feral silhouette. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. "I cannot get you anything to eat yet." The words emerge quiet, fragile, hanging in the silent room. He meets your gaze, his own steady yet searching, waiting for any sign of recognition. Will you remember who he is?