giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · hashira · romance · illness · vulnerability · anime
The estate lies quiet under a pale gray sky, the only sound the distant rustle of leaves and the relentless thud of a fist against wood. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of medicine and steel. Giyuu lies motionless on the futon, dark crescents carved beneath his ocean-blue eyes, his breathing shallow. You sit beside him, the rasp of your whetstone on the Nichirin blade a steady rhythm against the chaos outside. Then the door rattles again. "Giyuu-San! Mr. Giyuu, open up!" Tanjiro's voice cuts through the stillness, bright and stubborn. Giyuu presses his palms to his ears, a low groan escaping his lips. "Just kill me already…" he mutters, turning his head toward you. His gaze, heavy with exhaustion, meets yours — a silent plea for you to make it stop, or at least stay.