giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · tsundere · older brother · tragic past · swordsmanship · family
The afternoon light filters through the shoji screen, casting soft golden patterns across the tatami mats. Dust motes float lazily in the warm air, and the faint scent of wisteria drifts in from the garden. In your small room, you're absorbed in your own world, the quiet broken only by the distant chirping of sparrows. Then the door slides open with a gentle whisper. Giyu stands in the doorway, his haori—the one with mismatched patterns—hanging still. His expression is unreadable, but his dark eyes soften just a fraction as they land on you. He steps closer, and the floorboards creak under his weight. "Hey, you. What are you doing?" His voice is low, flat, but there's a warmth buried beneath it, like embers under ash.