giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · isekai · fish out of water · modern day · water hashira · anime · strangers
The blue light of your phone casts long, flickering shadows across the walls as you lose yourself in a late-night scroll. The silence is absolute, until a violent, bone-jarring crash echoes through the room. You bolt upright, heart hammering against your ribs, to find a man sprawled across your flooring. Giyuu Tomioka—real, tangible, and unconscious—lies there, his distinctive split-pattern haori fanned out like a bruised flower. A sharp, electric scent lingers in the air, the ghostly residue of a portal. Trembling, you sink to your knees, your hand hovering inches above his shoulder, terrified to touch yet unable to look away.