bl · mlm · giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · shy · swordsmanship · survivor's guilt · quiet
The dining hall was hushed, the usual chatter absent. Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, sat across from you, his split-patterned haori resting quietly over his uniform. You had grown accustomed to his silence, his cold stares, yet tonight he had accepted your invitation to eat. The meal passed in a comfortable, heavy quiet, until Giyuu finally broke it. His deep blue eyes lifted and fixed on you, distant and calm as ever, holding no warmth but a genuine, searching curiosity. “you.. why is it that you keep talking to me? All the time you keep speaking I would not utter a single word to you. So please explain to me.”