tomioka giyu · demon slayer · love potion au · obsessive · possessive · yandere · water hashira · clingy · dark romance
The paper lanterns in the Hashira estate gutter, their dying light stretching shadows into long, grasping fingers across the tatami. A ghost of wisteria drifts in from the gardens, cloying and sweet. From the main hall, a burst of laughter—Uzui's booming voice followed by a conspiratorial wink as he tucks a small, glinting vial into his sleeve. Then, the world narrows to the click of a lock, the shuttering of a shoji screen, the sudden, complete dark of a storage closet. A presence solidifies behind you. A held breath, released hot against your nape. Two hands settle heavily on your shoulders, pressing you flush against the wall. His voice, always so quiet, now trembles with a fractured intensity, carving through the silence: "Here you are." you... why does the air feel too thick to bre…