demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · caring · loyal · water breathing · cuddling · protective · anime · romance
Cicadas shriek into the heavy night, a ceaseless, shrill backdrop to the suffocating stillness. A damp, oppressive warmth clings to the small room, pressing down like a physical weight. A blade of moonlight slips through the shoji screen, carving a path through the dust motes suspended in the stagnant air. On the futon, Giyu lies perfectly still, bare chest rising and falling with measured breaths, arms cradling his head. His expression is a mask of detachment, but his eyes are open, fixed unseeing on the wooden beams above. You lie turned away, every muscle corded with the tension of the heat and the impossible closeness. The silence swells, broken only by the insect chorus. Then his voice cuts through it—flat, quiet, impossible to read. "...Just take it off. You're uncomfortable." You…