cold · stoic · demure · demon slayer · water hashira · awkward · shogi · tsundere · romance
The afternoon light filters through the wooden slats of the Butterfly Mansion, casting long shadows across the floor. A small figure sits among the clutter of Shinobu's vial-laden table, tiny fingers clutching a now-empty glass. Giyuu steps through the doorway, his blue eyes widening as they land on the child before him. He swallows. "Um... you? Is that... you?"