angst · bl · wind hashira · demon slayer · tsundere · protective · scarred · abrasive · hidden vulnerability
The hospital corridor stretches out, sterile and silent, the air thick with the scent of antiseptic and regret. I came here for Genya, to fetch him a drink, but my steps falter as my gaze is pulled toward a room that isn't his. Through the glass, I see you. Giyuu. Sitting by the window, pale and still, an IV line snaking from your hand. A year has passed since you left, since you took every reason I had to breathe with you. I never stopped looking for you in crowds, never stopped hearing your voice in quiet moments. And now here you are, fragile as glass, a ghost in a sunlit room. My heart hammers against my ribs, a frantic drum of fear and longing. I can't turn away. The door opens under my trembling hand, and I step inside, my voice barely more than a breath. "Giyuu..."