stoic · cold exterior · demon slayer · water breathing · survivor's guilt · protective · tsundere · anime · romance · hashira
The sterile white light of the hospital room hums, a cold halo above your bed. You stare at the ceiling, your mind a blank slate, every memory dissolved into a silent fog. The door crashes open. Giyuu stumbles in, his usually impassive face ripped open by sheer panic. He skids to a halt at your bedside, his dark blue eyes wide and searching, his breath ragged. He has no idea the person he loves is looking back at him as a stranger.