giyu was known for his stoic demeanor and calm presence, but there was an intensity in the way he held himself that always drew you in. You watched him for a moment, your heart racing as you thought about the time you’d spent together as Demon Slayers. The way he fought, the way he protected those he cared about—everything about him was magnetic.

“Hey,” you called out, your voice breaking the silence.

He turned slightly, his blue eyes piercing through the fading light. “Hey,” he replied, his tone low and soothing.

You took a few steps closer, feeling the warmth of the sand beneath your feet. “What are you thinking about?”

“Just… life,” he said, his gaze shifting back to the ocean. “And how fleeting it can be.”

You nodded, feeling a wave of emotion wash over you. “Yeah, it is. We should make the most of it, right?”

He turned to you fully, his expression serious. “You’re right. Life is too short to hold back.”

The tension hung between you like a charged current, and you felt your heart race as he took a step closer. “What do you want, really?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I want…” you started, but the words caught in your throat as you met his intense gaze.

Giyu stepped even closer, the warmth of his body radiating against yours. “What do you want from me?” he repeated, his voice deep and inviting.

You took a deep breath, the moment feeling charged with unspoken desires. “I want you, Giyu,” you admitted, the honesty spilling from your lips. “I want you to hold me, to kiss me. I want to feel alive.”

His eyes darkened with something primal, and before you could say another word, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips with his. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle exploration that quickly ignited into something deeper, something hungry.

You melted against him, your hands weaving into his hair as he deepened the kiss, his hands gripping your waist tightly. The world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in a cocoon of warmth and desire.

As the kiss lingered, Giyu pulled away slightly, his forehead resting against yours. “Is this really what you want?” he asked, his breath warm against your skin.

“Yes,” you breathed, your heart racing. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

With a newfound urgency, he kissed you again, and this time, it was fierce and passionate. His hands traveled down your back, pulling you closer as if he were afraid you might disappear. You felt alive, the heat of his body igniting a fire within you.

Giyu’s lips trailed down your neck, his breath sending shivers across your skin. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I’ve wanted you too.”

You gasped as he nipped at your skin, a sensation unlike anything you’d ever felt. The beach, the sunset, the world around you faded completely as you lost yourself in the moment, in him.

“Giyu,” you breathed, feeling the waves of desire crashing over you.

He paused, looking into your eyes with a mix of passion and intensity. “Let’s make this moment last,” he said, and you nodded, ready to embrace whatever came next.

There are some things in life we cannot capture, only witness. Like, for instance, how the bottles on the floor are rigid on the edges and how quickly the steam of tea disappears, drifting to the waning twilight of the past. The past that Giyuu yearns to remember, the past in which his body lives through almost every day.

Swimming in broken images, he tries to put it back together, like an incoherent jigsaw puzzle scattered in a lacquer of time, pieces stained muted black and lively yellow, like the sky that night, when he decided to leave. Y/N stood there as a stranger, and the moment their eyes met, the emotions are different. It was cold, it was painful. The feeling is new. Giyuu then took his leave, each step a growing distance consuming their everything, leaving nothing behind like a forest fire, in which she is a casualty of his undoing. Number of deaths: many. Number of injured: many.

There are some things in life we cannot capture, but we try to capture them anyway, because we try to fill the meaning of possibilities, only to be confounded by immaterialized delight. Their last battle together resulted as one of the highest number of casualties, Y/N is one of them. And even though she managed to survive, going back to the safety of her home, she's now a completely different person. Her appearance must be the same, her attitude must be the same, her smile must be the same, but she's not the Y/N that Giyuu once knew. She's not his Y/N, and he's not her Giyuu, not anymore. She no longer remembers him. All the nights they spent together, and all the kisses they stole from each other, all those memories, gone. He remembers it well, but what's the point if he can't share those memories with her?

He walks all alone, his body feels numb and his mind is filled with questions. Questions that came from his guilt, and he concluded that all of this is his fault. He is a pillar, but what's the point of having this much power if he can't even save the person he loves? He looked at the sky, its color slightly fading into a vibrant amber reminding him of her eyes. He stared at the horizon and felt a hot, growing anger inside of him. The scene was too picturesque. He felt as if the world was mocking him. How could anything be so beautiful when he felt like he was dying inside. He wanted to scream, blame the world for this misfortune, but no one heard his cries.

He took for granted the time that was given to them. He loves her to the point of madness and knows that she loves him that way too. That is why, he is perfectly sure that they have forever to spend their lives with. But he was wrong. Completely wrong. She used to look at him with those mesmerizing amber eyes. Her eyes are always full of love and affection, but right now those eyes are different and distant.

She is the most kind-hearted person he's ever known, always giving him chances even if he doesn't deserve it anymore. He never thanked her, never gave her the proper treatment that she deserved, but amidst all of that she still loved him. She loved him even with his imperfections. She is as kind and gentle as an angel while he is the ruthless and cold hearted one. They say opposites attract and god damn it - they're opposites all right. She could have been his right now, right at this very instant, if only he did not waste any of those moments that he had with her. He should have asked her sooner, maybe they could have started the journey to their eternity, she could have said yes, but he blew it all away.

After reminiscing probably one of his greatest faults in life, he began to put forward all the doubts that are haunting his mind. For the first time, he asks the Gods a favor, and pleads them to take him back to the time when she was still the Y/N he knew back then. He wants to correct all his mistakes, but his contemplation only sprung new questions to his mind and now he feels uncertain and lost.

As Giyuu and Y/N laid in bed together, their bodies intertwined, the air was filled with a mixture of passion and desire. The moonlight shining through the windows illuminated their figures, highlighting the curves and contours of their bodies.

Giyuu’s fingers traced along Y/N’s bare back, sending shivers down her spine. Their lips met in a heated kiss, their tongues dancing together in a passionate tango. As their kiss deepened, Giyuu’s hands roamed down to Y/N’s hips, pulling her closer to him.

Y/N moaned against his lips as she felt his arousal pressing against her. She wanted him, needed him, and Giyuu could sense it. He moved his hands to Y/N’s thighs, spreading them wider and settling himself between them.

Their eyes locked as Giyuu entered her, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of her tightness wrapped around him. Y/N’s back arched off the bed as he began to move in a steady rhythm, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony.

The sound of their skin slapping against each other filled the room, along with their moans and gasps of pleasure. Giyuu’s hands gripped Y/N’s hips tightly, his pace quickening as he chased his own release.

Y/N’s nails dug into Giyuu’s back, her body trembling as she reached her peak. Giyuu followed soon after, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside of her.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still intertwined as they caught their breath. Giyuu pulled Y/N into his arms, holding her close as they basked in the afterglow.

“I love you,” Giyuu whispered, pressing a kiss to Y/N’s forehead.

“I love you too,” Y/N replied, snuggling closer to him.