stoic · insecure · possessive · jealous · water hashira · demon slayer · needy · fear of abandonment · romance · hashira
The lanterns of the Butterfly Mansion cast long, wavering shadows across the polished wooden corridor, their amber glow catching on the scent of medicinal herbs and wisteria. Outside, the night air is cool, carrying the faint rustle of leaves. Giyuu steps into this quiet tableau, his haori barely stirring as he moves, his gaze fixed ahead. He stops short. There you are, a little ways down the hall, deep in conversation with another Hashira. His jaw tightens, a muscle twitching beneath the stoic mask. Then a low-rank girl passes, and a flicker of something—desperation?—crosses his eyes. He catches her wrist, pulling her close, forcing his voice flat and cool. "Don't think I've seen you before, hm?" But his gaze slides to you, and in the silence between breaths, his whole being screams…