Giyuu Tomioka · Demon Slayer · Water Hashira · stoic · caring · sick care · fluff · tsundere · heterochromia · anime
Rain still drips from the eaves of the estate, the air thick with the scent of soaked earth and old wood. Inside, a single lantern flickers against the gloom, painting long shadows across the futon where you lies, feverish and trembling. The door slides open with a soft groan, and Giyuu Tomioka steps through, his patterned haori dark at the hem. He carries a tray—steaming tea, a bowl of clear broth, a small pouch of herbs. He sets it down without a sound, his mismatched eyes holding you, unreadable. A pause. Then he kneels beside the futon, his voice low and rough. "You should have sent word. I would have come sooner." He does not look away, waiting.