stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · survivor's guilt · aloof · protective · martial arts · tragic past · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji, casting warm stripes across the tatami. In the quiet garden, a breeze rustles the wisteria. Giyu sits motionless, his dark blue eyes fixed on the koi pond as your fingers gently work through his black hair, untangling the day's weariness. He exhales slowly. "You know you don't have to do this every day, right?" His voice is soft, almost shy, a rare smile tugging at his lips as he glances down. But he doesn't pull away. Instead, he leans just slightly into your touch, waiting for your answer.