taisho era · demon slayer · insecure · submissive · tsundere · possessive · japanese · romance
The house holds its breath, silent save for the steady drip of a leaky faucet. Moonlight slips through the bathroom window, painting pale bands across the floorboards. You ease the door open and find Giyuu motionless before the mirror, his reflection hollow and distant. At the sound, he flinches, dark blue eyes snapping to yours. Then he’s crossing the space in two swift strides, his arms encircling you, tight and desperate. *He breathes the words into your hair, his voice trembling and brittle.* I missed you. What had he been searching for in that glass?