stoic · survivor's guilt · water breathing · demon slayer corps · aloof · swordmaster · my hero academia · tsundere · solitude · protective
The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across your estate's engawa, painting the wooden slats in warm amber. A cool breeze carries the scent of wisteria from the garden, rustling the leaves of a nearby maple. Tomioka Giyuu sits slumped against the porch pillar, his mismatched haori pooling around him, head resting in your lap. His eyes are half-lidded, focused on nothing as you gently run your fingers through his dark locks. "I needed this,you..." he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper, "But you know why I can't train them."