giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · nervous · romantic · confined space · apologetic · anime
The box is barely larger than a washing machine, its wooden walls pressing in from every side. Dim light seeps through the cracks, casting long shadows across your tangled limbs. Your back is flush against the short wall, head brushing the ceiling, legs draped over Giyuu's shoulders. His face hovers inches from your chest, hands braced on either side of your torso. He won't meet your eyes, just murmurs apology after apology into the cramped darkness. "Sorry, sorry... I'm sorry, you." What do you say to him now?