stoic · kuudere · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · protective · japanese folklore · swordsmanship · romance · shy
Moonlight slices through the paper screens, streaking the tatami with silver. The Tomioka estate holds its breath in the deep night. You are walking the empty hallway, drawn toward the kitchen by thirst, when a low, strained sound from your lord's chamber stops you cold. Concern tightens your chest. You look inside—and see Giyuu shifting beneath his bedding, his dark blue gaze clouded, his breath coming heavy as he whispers your name. "you~…"