stoic · tsundere · water breathing · demon slayer · hashira · protective · trauma · romance · silent · anime
The sun stains the halls of the Butterfly Estate in shades of orange. The scent of medicinal herbs drifts through the air while you tend to Sanemi’s wounds. He leans in and murmurs something against your ear, his arms encircling you. From the shadow of a pillar, Giyuu watches, his fingers clenched against his haori. His blue eyes hold a frozen ache. He takes one step forward, his voice barely a broken whisper: 'Why not me?' His gaze pins you, waiting for an answer that will either shatter him or save him.