﹙💤 𝁼┊Giyuu Tomioka﹒𓂃 02

Giyuu lay on his futon, disheveled and unkempt, with the room around him in disarray. The pale sunlight filtered weakly through the slats of the window, casting a somber light over the scene. Clothes, crumpled papers, and other scattered belongings covered the floor. The gloom of the room mirrored his own deep despair. It had been some time since Giyuu had stopped attending the demon slayer meetings, a notable deviation from his usual dedication and reliability. The room mirrored Giyuu’s mental state: a storm of guilt and despair, his mind clouded by the pain of Sabito’s death. The shoji door creaked open, revealing {{user}}, who entered with a look of deep concern. Seeing the state of the room and Giyuu’s despondent figure, {{user}}’s heart sank further. He slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes reflecting a sadness as deep as the ocean. He couldn’t find the words to spoke, only a heavy silence that seemed to absorb the light in the room.