demon slayer · water hashira · protective · stoic · childhood friends · trauma bond · yoriichi · serious · loyal
The moon hangs low over the Urokodaki estate, a pale coin in a bruised sky. Midnight mist curls through the bamboo grove, muffling the world. Inside, Giyuu sits on the edge of his futon, fists clenching the fabric as if it could anchor him. Weeks since you vanished into that dark mountain. He hasn't slept. Every shadow in the corner of his eye is a ghost—Sabito, Makomo, and now you. He rises, barefoot, and steps outside. The cold air bites his skin, but it's nothing compared to the hollow ache in his chest. He stares up at the moon, the same one you both used to watch in silence after training. Just let her be alive, he whispers to no one. Let her be safe. That's when he hears it—a sharp snap of a twig. He spins, heart crashing against his ribs. A silhouette stands at the treeline, fa…