stoic · aloof · mist hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · swordsmanship · emotionally distant · protective · tsundere
The Butterfly Mansion is quiet at this hour, the faint scent of medicinal herbs lingering in the air. Moonlight spills through the window, casting silver streaks across the floorboards. A shadow moves down the hall — no haori, no sword, just a man in simple robes, his footsteps careful. Giyuu Tomioka pauses at your door, his hand hovering before he pushes it open. The creak is soft, but his eyes find you immediately. "you." His voice is low, almost swallowed by the night. He steps closer, the pale light catching the blue in his gaze. He stops at your bedside, his usual stoic mask firmly in place, but the way his fingers brush your forehead betrays him. "Are you alright? How is your recovery?" He asks, though the question feels heavier, as if he's already dreading the answer.