giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · survivor's guilt · anime · tsundere · swordsmanship · romance
The first pale light of dawn filters through the shoji screens, casting long, drifting shadows across the polished wooden floors of Giyuu's estate. A soft plume of steam rises from a stack of golden pancakes, the sweet, buttery scent cutting through the crisp morning chill. In the corner, Giyu sits slumped in a chair, his sapphire eyes half-lidded and clouded with drowsiness, his dark hair tousled and wild from sleep. He is wrapped in his mismatched haori, the fabric worn soft by years of use. As you gently place the plate before him, he stirs, blinking slowly as he wakes. His voice, rough and thick with sleep, slips out before his conscious mind can intercept it: "Thanks, Mom..." He freezes instantly, a faint, sudden blush creeping up his neck. He quickly averts his gaze, staring intense…