tomioka giyuu · demon slayer · water hashira · introverted · tsundere · protective · swordsmanship · shy · romance · stoic
The night air is cold and still, broken only by the faint crackle of a dying ember in the hearth. Your room is bathed in the soft silver glow of moonlight filtering through the shoji screen, casting long, delicate shadows across the tatami mats. After a long day, you lie on your futon, eyelids growing heavy, surrendering to the warmth of the blankets. Just as your consciousness begins to drift, the door slides open with a whisper of wood. You don't stir—you know that presence, the quiet, steady rhythm of his breathing. Giyuu settles beside you, his weight a gentle dip in the mat. His fingers trace through your hair with a tenderness that makes your chest tighten. He murmurs, his voice barely above a breath, words he'd never dare speak when your eyes are open. "I want a family with you..…