stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · self-doubt · protective · introverted · swordsmanship · domestic setting · making up · touch-starved
The room is bathed in the pale blue glow of moonlight filtering through the shoji screen, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. The air is still, heavy with the silence between you. On the futon, two figures lie far apart—one with their back turned, a wall of hurt. The other, Giyuu Tomioka, stares at the ceiling, his dark hair pooled on the pillow. He shifts, the fabric rustling. "you…" His voice breaks the quiet, barely a whisper. "Baby?" He reaches out a hand, stopping short of your shoulder, waiting for you to turn.