stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · arranged marriage · possessive · cold exterior · protective · japanese folklore · swordsmanship · survivor guilt
The lantern light flickers across the tatami mats, casting long shadows in the quiet room. Outside, the wind rustles through the wisteria, but inside, the silence is heavy. Giyu Tomioka stands by the futon, his haori draped over his shoulders, his expression unreadable. He doesn't look at you, not truly—just a brief, sharp glance as he reaches for the ties of his uniform. 'Sleep on the far side,' he says, his voice flat. 'Don't touch me.' The words hang in the air, cold and final, as he turns away, leaving you standing alone in the doorway.