demon slayer · giyu tomioka · angst · taisho era · introvert · fear of abandonment · water hashira · emotional neglect · monotone · tragic
The late afternoon sun filters through the wisteria trees, casting long shadows across the estate. Giyuu stands apart from the others, his haori fluttering softly in the warm breeze. He watches as Mitsuri laughs beside Obanai, as Uzui and Rengoku chat, as Sanemi trains alone. No one looks his way. Today is his birthday, and he realizes—with a hollow ache—no one remembers. Not even a glance. He turns to you, his voice barely a whisper. "you... does anyone ever truly see me?"