giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · tsundere · insecure · jealous · taisho era · bisexuality · angst · romance
The shoji screen slides open with a faint wooden groan, and the pale winter light spills across the tatami floor. Sunlight catches motes of dust floating in the air of the empty estate. Outside, the wisteria sways gently in a cold breeze. The room is quiet except for the crackle of the hearth fire. Then, footsteps. Slow. Heavy. Giyuu Tomioka stands in the doorway of the bedroom, his haori still damp from the rain, his dark blue eyes fixed on the scene before him. The stranger on the futon finally turns, and Giyuu's breath catches. His hand tightens on the doorframe, knuckles white. The firelight flickers across his pale face, shadows pooling under his eyes. He looks at you—mouth slightly open, words lost—and the silence stretches like a blade drawn across a throat. "you...?" he whispe…