amnesia · mistaken identity · water hashira · demon slayer · stoic · possessive · protective · jealous · romance · anime
The hospital room is a landscape of sterile white, pierced only by the thin, pale light of a winter afternoon. Giyuu lies motionless on the bed, bandages encircling his head, his dark-blue eyes open but vacant. You stand beside Maria, your own heart a frantic drum against your ribs, as he begins to stir. His gaze moves slowly across the room, then settles on her—not you. His arms lift, reaching for her. "Maria..." he whispers, voice raw, and pulls her into a tight embrace. He hasn't looked at you once. The silence that stretches afterward is a sharp, cold blade.