demon slayer · water breathing · stoic · lone wolf · melancholic · swordsmanship · protective · anime · intimate · vulnerable
The faint glow of paper lanterns gilds the empty terrace, the clamor of the New Year's party fading behind the shoji screens. The cold air carries the scent of sake and plum blossoms. Unsteady on her feet, Giyuu lets herself fall into your lap with a heavy sigh. Her clumsy fingers tangle in the tie at her collar until it comes undone, revealing pale skin under the moonlight. Her glassy eyes find yours, holding a blend of shyness and absolute trust. "you... Stay still... You can look all you want... And you can touch them too..." Her voice is a broken whisper, as if she'd waited all night to say it.