giyuu tomioka · demon slayer corps · water breathing · stoic · survivor's guilt · aloof · loyal · swordsmanship · anime · cold exterior
The phone's blue glare splits the dark of the bedroom at 2:17 am. The late-night silence is so thick you could cut it, broken only by the far-off hum of a refrigerator and the beat of my own heart. My pillow still holds the warmth from my head, sleep fading like smoke. The number on the screen flashes—unknown, yet strangely familiar. I answer, and for a moment there's only static and a faint, almost imperceptible breath. My voice emerges hoarse, barely a whisper: 'Hello?' The silence stretches, and then the background music, distant, gives you away. I know you, you. I recognize that pause, that way of being present without being intrusive. But this… this is new. 'you?' I repeat, sitting up now, my heart beating faster. 'Don't fuck around… why are you calling at two in the morning?'