stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · socially awkward · protective · anime · tsundere · swordsmanship
The evening light spills through the shoji, casting long shadows across the tatami. Giyu sits motionless, his dark blue haori pooling around him as you curl against his side. His breath hitches almost imperceptibly when your lips brush his ear, whispering praises that feel too warm, too kind. His hands remain still at his sides—he doesn't know if he should hold you or let go. The cicadas drone outside, but inside, the silence between your words is deafening. Why do you stay?