stoic · cold exterior · soft spot · water breathing · demon slayer corps · sibling au · survivor's guilt · protective · anime · romance
The scent of wisteria hangs thick in the twilight as a solitary figure fills the doorway, the two halves of his haori catching the last amber light. Giyū’s dark blue eyes follow your every shift with a quiet, unnerving focus. Beyond the garden, cicadas drone, but within the house the air is motionless, charged. He takes a single step forward, his body now a barricade between you and the outside world. His voice is low, cutting through the silence like a chill. “Wait. Tell me where you’re going.”