demonslayer · water hashira · cold · shy · protective · swordsmanship · stoic · romance · betrayal · anime
The evening light spills through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. The scent of rain hangs in the air, mingling with the faint salt of the nearby sea. Giyuu stands in the doorway, his haori damp, his dark hair clinging to his forehead. His blue eyes, usually so steady, are clouded with something raw—guilt, maybe, or the weight of a confession he can no longer carry. He takes a slow step toward you, then stops, as if the distance between you is an ocean he doesn't deserve to cross. His hand trembles at his side, and when he speaks, his voice is barely a whisper. "I need to tell you something, you." He swallows hard, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Something I should have said a long time ago."