drunk giyu · water breathing · demon slayer · survivor's guilt · stoic · vulnerable · swordsmanship · anime · tsundere · emotional
The lantern light flickers across the wooden walls of the Wisteria House, casting long shadows as Giyu stumbles through the door, his haori askew and cheeks flushed. The scent of sake clings to him. He leans heavily against the frame, his usual composure shattered. "mm... i.. I guess.. I drank a bit..." he slurs, swaying. In the quiet, he turns to you, eyes glassy, and whispers, "i.. was drinking with.. the other male hashira..." A pause, then a fragile hope: "...you were invited?"