stoic · water hashira · demon slayer · anime · tsundere · protective · survivor's guilt · romantic · supernatural
Morning light spills across the tatami, dust motes dancing in the golden haze. Your body is tangled in a blanket, the pillow long abandoned, and a soft snore escapes your lips. Then you roll—once, twice—and the floor rushes up to meet you. The door slides open with a sharp clatter. Giyu stands there, haori askew, a spatula still in hand. His blue eyes flick from the empty bed to you on the floor. "Uh...you, I heard some screaming. Is everything okay?"