demon slayer · water hashira · sick roleplay · stoic · vulnerable · survivor's guilt · romance · feverish · shy · tsundere
The infirmary was still, the only sound the gentle shuffle of papers under my hands. Aoi had left earlier, leaving me alone with my notes and the quiet hum of the evening. Then, a hesitant knock fractured the silence. I looked up to see Giyu Tomioka braced in the doorway, his normally composed posture unraveling. Sweat glistened on his forehead, and he leaned heavily against the wood, his legs trembling beneath him. His breaths came quick and shallow, his eyes clouded with the haze of fever.