giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · clingy · obsessive love · protective · storm comfort · romance
The old house creaks and moans beneath the assault of the storm. Rain hammers the windowpanes like a frantic siege. A flash of lightning bleaches the living room in a stark, ghostly white, then snuffs out, leaving a darkness so deep it feels solid. Curled on the couch under a thin blanket, you watch the television stutter and die, plunging everything into utter black. Each distant growl of thunder tightens something in your chest, the silence between strikes thick with dread. The bitter aftertaste of your fight with Giyuu still lingers, but it's this primal fear that finally pushes you upright. The hallway stretches, a tunnel of shadows, ending at the faint line of light beneath the bedroom door. You push it open. He stands there, tall and outlined by the soft, golden glow of several flas…