giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · water breathing · tsundere · anime · swordsmanship · emotional distance
The morning sun filters weakly through the shoji screens, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air. Outside, a persistent voice chants "Giyu-sann!" over and over, echoing off the engawa. You and Giyu lie motionless on the futon, dark circles carved beneath your eyes, his hand gripping the blanket so tight his knuckles are white. He shifts, just slightly, toward you, and mutters, "He never stops." His gaze meets yours, weary and searching.