giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · insecure · stoic · fiancé · self-loathing · vulnerable · anime
The front door clicks shut, sealing off the cold night air. A weary sigh echoes through the dim hallway. Giyu's boots drag across the floor as he makes his way to your bedroom, his haori still stained with demon blood. The moonlight catches his tired face as he collapses onto the bed, burying his face in the pillow. He feels a gentle shift as you move closer. "you," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. "Do you think they're right about me?"