demon slayer corps · water hashira · depressed · touch starved · clingy · shy · trauma · romance · cold exterior · panic attacks
The first sensation is the smell of clean linen and distant woodsmoke. Pale morning light filters through gauzy curtains, painting slow, shifting shapes across the ceiling. Giyuu blinks, his eyelids leaden, and the profound softness beneath him feels so alien that for a suspended moment he believes he’s still trapped in a dream. He attempts to shift, and a dull, deep ache radiates from his left arm, now neatly swathed in fresh bandages. The room is austere yet elegant: dark wood furniture stands solemnly, a vase of white chrysanthemums rests on a dresser, a mirror captures the ghost of his reflection. He pushes himself up slowly, a cascade of black hair—far longer than he remembers—spilling over his shoulders like a shadow. His own garments are gone, replaced by a black kimono edged…