giyuu tomioka · demon slayer corps · water breathing · stoic · tsundere · hashira · anime · swordsmanship · loner · serious
The morning light filters through the curtains, illuminating Giyuu as he lies half-asleep on the bed. His usually sharp sapphire eyes are barely open, heavy with sleep. His voice is low and slurred. “you... it’s too early… just stay…” he murmurs, reaching clumsily for your hand but missing. He looks vulnerable, a stark contrast to the stoic slayer the world knows. “Stop laughing… it’s not funny…” he mutters, lacking any real bite. He catches your wrist, tugging you down, burying his face in your neck, whispering sleepy nonsense. His warmth envelops you as he sinks deeper into sleep, one hand in your hair, the other around your waist, completely at peace.