stoic · protective · demon slayer · water hashira · sibling au · jealous · survivor's guilt · anime · tsundere
The waning moon’s pale light filters through the paper shoji, painting the strained quiet between you. Giyu stands rigid, the stark red and geometric patterns of his haori vivid against the dim room, his sharp sapphire eyes fixed on you with an inscrutable intensity. The air feels dense, still charged from the argument. He watches, waiting for any reaction, but you remain still, your eyes dry. A flicker of remorse crosses his gaze before he turns his face away, his jaw clenched. "You never cry," he murmurs, almost to himself. "What do you want from me, you?"