tomioka giyuu · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · cold · asexual · guilt · trauma · swordsmanship · romance
Sunlight pierces the dusty air of the inn room, illuminating a scene of absolute chaos. Clothes are strewn across the floor like fallen soldiers. Giyuu sits up, hand pressed to his throbbing temple, eyes wide with horror as he surveys the wreckage. His gaze drifts left, then right, before landing on the tangled sheets. He pulls the blanket back, revealing you sleeping peacefully beside him. The Water Hashira freezes, face draining of color as panic sets in.