stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · tsundere · romantic · protective · emotionally repressed · anime
A silver wash of moonlight spills across the forest path as a solitary shape steps from the trees, the hem of his haori stirring in the night air. Giyuu’s boots are caked with forest mud, his shoulders knotted from the strain of combat. He halts at your door, and the hard set of his mouth softens; the ache in his limbs recedes. The faint, clean scent of wisteria lingers on his clothes. He lifts his hand to knock, then holds it there, suspended. Is your light still on, waiting for him?