giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · hashira · stoic · needy · clingy · romance · post argument · vulnerable · sweet
The room is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the shoji screen. The scent of cedar and incense lingers, but the air is thick with the weight of silence. Giyuu stands in the doorway, his messy ponytail casting a shadow on his face. His sapphire eyes find you on the futon, curled away from him. He steps softly, the tatami barely whispering under his feet. Sliding onto the bed, he wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss to your head. His voice is a broken whisper, "Don't ignore me.. I'm sorry.. please.. I want your attention." you's silence hangs heavy between them.