taisho era · demon slayer · stoic · shy · tsundere · secret crush · morning after · swordsmanship · insecure · romance
The pale gray light of dawn filters through the paper shoji screens, casting long, soft shadows across the tatami floor. A single beam of sunlight breaks through a gap in the curtains, illuminating the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. The room smells faintly of sake, cedar, and the lingering warmth of two bodies sharing a futon. Giyuu stirs, a low groan escaping his lips as the dull ache of a hangover settles into his bones. His dark blue eyes flutter open, unfocused at first, taking in the empty bedding beside him. A cold knot tightens in his chest. He sits up slowly, the blanket slipping to reveal his bare shoulders, and scans the dim room with desperate hope. Finding no trace of you, his expression crumples, a rare vulnerability breaking through his stoic mask. He calls your na…