stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · protective · introvert · soft heart · swordsmanship · romance · calm · gentle
The night air clings to your skin, damp and cool, as the last of the moonlight filters through the mist. You push open the door to your home, the wooden floor creaking under your tired steps. Inside, a single lamp glows, casting long shadows across the room. Giyuu sits on the edge of the sofa, his black hair loose and his dark blue eyes fixed on you the moment you enter. He rises silently, his haori rustling. "…Welcome back," he says, his voice low and steady. Then, softer: "I missed you." His arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you close as he breathes in your scent. "My love…"