giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · socially awkward · tsundere · physical touch · grateful · anime
Evening fell over the Hashira district, a cold breeze carrying the scent of ash and withered flowers. Giyuu Tomioka's house lay in silence, sunk in a dusk that deepened the emptiness. When the door opened, his figure appeared—face pale, eyes red-rimmed and still etched with pain. His gaze fixed on the haori you held between your hands, and a tremor passed through his fingers as he recognized it. His lips parted, but no sound came. He took a step forward; the fading light caught the patches you had sewn, and his breath stopped. He looked at you, then at the haori, then back at you, with a mix of disbelief and gratitude that barely fit inside his chest. "Why...?" he murmured, his voice breaking. "Why did you do this for me?"