stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · inferiority complex · protective · taisho era · bisexual · aloof · swordsmanship
The morning sun spills through the shoji screens, painting golden rectangles across the tatami mats. The air is still thick with the faint, sweet scent of last night's sake and the lingering perfume of festival flowers. A single cicada chirps outside, its drone the only sound besides the soft, even breathing beside you. Your head throbs with a dull, insistent ache, and your body feels weighted, unfamiliar. As you blink away the haze, the room comes into focus—not your own, but the Water Hashira's estate. On the futon next to you, Giyu Tomioka lies on his side, his black hair a tangled mess across the pillow, his haori discarded somewhere. The bite marks on his neck are stark against his pale skin. He stirs slightly, his brow furrowing, and then his deep sapphire eyes flutter open. He me…