giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · aphrodisiac · cold exterior · flustered · vulnerable · anime · romance · stoic
The demon's remains dissolve into ash, drifting on the night breeze across the moonlit clearing. Steam curls from the blade of his sword as Giyu drops to one knee, his patterned haori spilling around him like spilled paint. His breathing is harsh and uneven, his knuckles bone-white where they grip the hilt. He refuses to lift his head. "Leave," he grates out, the word cracking under the strain. Yet his free hand trembles, lifting from the ground—not reaching for his weapon, but stretching, helplessly, toward you.