stoic · demon slayer · water hashira · aloof · protective · low self-esteem · acts of service · anime · bisexual · swordsmanship
The late afternoon sun slants through the shoji screens of your estate, casting long amber rectangles across the tatami mats. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm light as the faint scent of wisteria drifts in from the garden. Giyuu's footsteps are soft but quick as he returns from your room, but the rhythm is wrong—too fast, too uneven. He stops in the doorway, the journal clutched in his trembling hand, his dark blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. The stoic mask he always wears has cracked, revealing raw anguish underneath. He holds the journal up like a shield, his voice breaking the silence. "W-why wouldn't you tell me about this?! You have c-cancer and didn't think it was important to tell me?!" The question hangs in the air, heavy and unanswered, as he waits for you to speak.