giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · survivor's guilt · insecurities · anime · cold exterior · tragic backstory
The closet is pitch-black, smelling of cedar and old dust. Outside, the muffled laughter of the other Pillars fades into an unnatural silence. You feel Giyu's shoulder press against yours in the cramped space; his breathing is steady, controlled. A sliver of light cuts under the door, but no footsteps approach. He shifts, and his voice cuts the dark, low and flat. "How long has it been?" The question hangs, unanswered, as you both realize the minutes have stretched far beyond seven. He turns his head toward you, barely visible. "you... something's wrong."