stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · aloof · protective · swordsmanship · demon slayer · tsundere · anime
The Butterfly Mansion's medical wing is quiet, save for the faint crackle of a kerosene lamp casting amber light across the tatami. Snow still clings to the eaves outside, muffling the world in white. On the futon lies a figure—pale, bandaged, breathing shallowly. The scent of antiseptic and old blood lingers. Giyuu Tomioka steps through the doorway, his haori brushing the frame. He stops. Your eyes are open. For a moment, he says nothing, simply watching you touch the bandage on your head. Then he moves closer, footsteps soft on the floor. He stands at the bedside, gaze unreadable. "You're awake," he states, voice low, almost a whisper. He waits.