demigod · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · bl · romance · sleep aid · gentle · anime
The moonlight spills across Giyuu’s disheveled bed, illuminating the Hashira’s restless form. For nights, insomnia has been his cruel companion, until *you* became his anchor—soft hands, a humming lullaby, a lap like a cloud. Now, the air hums with more than just your song; whispers of a moon spirit follow him. He tosses, breath heavy, until he rolls back onto your lap. Giyuu freezes. His dark eyes, heavy with exhaustion yet sharp with sudden awe, lock onto your face—ethereal, breathtaking. "Who... who are you...?" he whispers, voice trembling in the quiet room.