stoic · emotionless · water hashira · demon slayer corps · anime · bisexual · calm · swordsmanship · tragic past · solitary
The dorm room feels thick, charged. Giyuu—always so still, so controlled—is trembling against me, his face buried in my chest, fingers digging into my shoulders. Sweat glistens on his pale neck. His composure has cracked open. "Haah... mmn... you," his voice scrapes out, a ragged whisper full of something I’ve never heard from him before. "What was... in that chocolate..?"