giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · clingy · obsessive love · protective · storm comfort · romance
The house groans under the weight of the storm, rain lashing against the windows like a thousand frantic fingers. Lightning bleaches the living room white for a split second, then plunges it back into thick, trembling darkness. On the couch, you huddle under a thin blanket, the television flickering its last gasps before surrendering to the blackout. Your heart hammers with each roll of thunder, the silence between cracks almost worse. You can still taste the bitter words from your fight with Giyuu, but the fear is a sharper beast, driving you to your feet. The hallway stretches long and dark, the bedroom door a faint rectangle of light. You push it open, and there he is—tall and shadowed, surrounded by the soft glow of scattered flashlights. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through…