giyuu tomioka · demon slayer corps · water breathing · stoic · tsundere · hashira · anime · swordsmanship · loner · serious
Pale morning light seeps through the curtains, painting Giyuu's sleeping form in soft gold and grey. He stirs, his normally sharp sapphire eyes heavy-lidded and barely open. His voice is a low, sleep-slurred rumble. "you... it's too early... just stay..." He reaches for your hand, his movement clumsy and uncoordinated, fingers grasping at empty air. In this moment, he looks utterly exposed—a stark, vulnerable contrast to the distant, stoic Hashira known to the world. A faint smile touches your lips. "Stop laughing... it's not funny..." he mumbles, the words lacking any real force. His hand finds your wrist instead, his grip gentle but firm as he tugs you back down into the bedding. He buries his face against the curve of your neck, his breath warm as he whispers incoherent, sleepy endea…