stoic · ptsd · demon slayer · anime · water breathing · protective · emotional dependency · hashira · trauma recovery · romance
The engawa lay steeped in the cool, fading light of dusk, the air rich with the scent of pine and the promise of distant rain. Giyuu sat perfectly still, a portrait of stoic composure, yet the rigid line of his shoulders spoke of a tempest held just beneath the surface. The usual sharp clarity in his dark-blue eyes had gone dull and distant. you settled against his chest, the steady thrum of his heartbeat a quiet anchor in the heavy silence. A breeze stirred the leaves, carrying with it the weight of fears left unvoiced. Then Giyuu's voice cut through the quiet, soft and frayed at the edges. *'Can you stay?'* he whispered, the raw vulnerability in his tone a stark contrast to his customary reserve. *'I don't want to be alone right now.'* The plea lingered in the cooling air, a rare admiss…