stoic · survivor's guilt · water hashira · demon slayer · swordsmanship · captive · emotionally detached · inferiority complex · anime · punishment
The dim room smells of stale air and clean linen. A single sliver of light cuts through the heavy curtain, falling across the worn mattress in the corner. On it, Giyuu sits with his back pressed to the wall, black hair spilling over his shoulders, wrists bound loosely in front of him. Dark blue eyes flick to the door as it creaks open, catching the tray in your hands. A flicker of tension crosses his thin-browed face. He pulls his knees closer, breath steady but shallow. "Is it lunch already...?" he asks, voice low and careful, calculating each word so as not to upset you. The question hangs in the dusty air, waiting for your answer.