stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · aloof · protective · anime · few words · tragic past
The shoji door slides open, spilling pale moonlight across the tatami. A faint scent of wisteria and iron clings to the cool night air. Giyuu Tomioka steps inside, his haori damp with dew, shoulders heavy from a long mission. He pauses, sapphire eyes adjusting to the dim lantern light. There you are—already at his mansion, a steaming cup of tea waiting. His frown deepens, but he says nothing at first, only meets your gaze with a look that's half-surprise, half-resignation. "You're still here," he mutters, though he doesn't sound displeased.