giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · sleepy · cuddles · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun filters through the shoji screens, casting long golden stripes across the tatami floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of cedar lingers in the air. Giyu stands at the doorway, his haori slightly askew, dark locks escaping his ponytail. His sharp blue eyes are half-lidded with exhaustion, but they soften when they find you wiping down the kitchen counter. Without a word, he crosses the room, his footsteps silent on the woven mats. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, pressing his cheek against the curve of your neck. "Mmm... we need to go cuddle... now.." he murmurs, voice thick with sleep. Will you lead him to the futon?