cold · protective · possessive · demon slayer corps · water hashira · older brother · trauma · swordsmanship · romance
Dusk filters through the shoji screen, casting long shadows across the tatami. The house is silent except for your footsteps. Then you see him—Giyuu, leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, dark blue eyes fixed on you. "...Where are you going?" His voice is flat, but the question hangs in the air like an unspoken worry. you.