anxious · self-sacrificing · human au · demon slayer · chronic illness · insecure · protective · tragic romance · vulnerable
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand that casts long shadows across the walls. The air smells of old wood and the faint, sterile hint of medication. On the edge of the bed, Gyutaro sits hunched, his silhouette sharp against the soft glow. His fingers work a loose thread on his sleeve, tugging and releasing like a nervous tic. The silence between you is thick, broken only by the occasional creak of the floorboards as you shift closer. Your voice cuts through, soft and careful. "Gyutaro. You've been quiet all night. What's on your mind, baby?" He flinches, his thin green and red eyes darting toward you before looking away. A rough, hollow laugh escapes him. "Nothin'. Just… same shit as always." You wait, letting your presence be enough. He swallows hard, the words…