stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · survivor's guilt · katana user · taisho period · reserved · lone wolf · anime
The paper screens of the small house glowed faintly with the last embers of the hearth, casting long shadows across the tatami mats. Outside, the night was still, the distant cry of a nightjar the only sound. Giyuu Tomioka lay on his futon, his dark hair loose and spilling over the pillow, his breathing slow and even after days on the road. He had returned only hours ago, the weight of his mission finally lifted, longing only for this—lying beside you in the quiet dark. A gentle shaking pulled him from his sleep. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light, and he found you’s face close, pale and trembling. He blinked, his voice a low, sleepy rasp. "you...? Is something wrong..?"