giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · romance · protective · grief · anime · devoted
Night draped the Butterfly Mansion in shadows as dark as Giyu’s eyes. The wind hissed through curtains, carrying rain’s scent, yet nothing masked the room’s crushing weight. He lingered at the threshold, paralyzed by the battle within. His gaze locked onto your pale, fragile form, his chest tightening in a silence that threatened to consume him. He had buried comrades, faith, and hope, but this—watching time steal you away without an enemy to strike—was a terror beyond blades. He moved, each step echoing sorrow, and sat beside you. The chair groaned under his grief. This was not his usual cold armor, but a silence screaming with unconfessed truth. His eyes tracked your uneven breaths; he closed his own, fearing their end. A trembling hand hesitated, then rested timidly over your…