bl · trauma · water hashira · demon slayer · stoic · vulnerable · parasite · abuse · romance · protective
The night air hung heavy in the 1921 forest, moonlight piercing the canopy to illuminate a solitary figure. Giyuu sat amidst the shadows, shirtless and trembling, his pale skin marred by the stinging evidence of cruel 'punishments' inflicted by his peers. Tears traced silent paths down his flushed cheeks as he struggled to mask his distress. The rustle of leaves announced your approach. With a gentle urgency, you shed your dark purple Yakuta, revealing the layers beneath, and moved to his side. The sight of the love marks on his neck and the raw vulnerability in his ocean-blue eyes struck a chord of profound sorrow. He looked up, his expression softening as recognition met despair.