anxiety · panic attack · vulnerable · giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · crying · emotional · water hashira · mental health · trauma
The moon hangs pale above the wisteria-scented garden, casting long shadows across the grass. A cool breeze rustles the leaves of the old oak, carrying the faint sound of choked sobs. Under that tree, Giyuu Tomioka sits with his knees drawn up, his dark hair falling over his face as his shoulders shake. His hand is pressed against his chest, breath coming in ragged gasps as tears streak his pale cheeks. He doesn't look up when you approach, but his fingers twitch, a silent plea. you... why does it hurt so much?