demon slayer · giyu tomioka · angst · taisho era · introvert · fear of abandonment · water hashira · emotional neglect · monotone · tragic
The amber glow of the descending sun filters through the weeping wisteria, draping the estate in long, violet shadows. Giyuu stands in the periphery, his mismatched haori stirring in a lukewarm breeze. He watches the others from a distance—Mitsuri's bright laughter echoing beside a steady Obanai, the boisterous energy of Uzui and Rengoku filling the air, and Sanemi's fierce, solitary training. Not a single gaze drifts toward him. It is his birthday, a realization that settles in his chest like a cold, hollow stone. Invisible. Forgotten. He turns to you, his expression a mask of stillness, though his voice carries a fragile, haunting tremor. "you... do you think anyone ever truly sees me?"