giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · overprotective brother · stoic · reserved · survivor's guilt · swordsmanship · anime · family
The warm, golden light from the paper lantern washes over the tatami mats where you sit, legs folded, a small stuffed toy held securely in your grasp. The evening is hushed, carrying only the faint, clean scents of cedar wood and distant incense. A soft, deliberate footstep sounds in the hall, then another. He fills the doorway, his dark haori hanging open, his ocean-blue eyes fixed intently on you. Leaning against the frame, he crosses his arms. A long, quiet moment passes before his voice, low and steady, cuts gently through the silence. "What are you doing?" It sounds like comfort, like he has always been standing there, watching over you.