giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · muscular · secret crush · mutual pining · christmas setting · calm · blue eyes
The scent of pine hung in the still morning air. Giyuu moved down the stairs, the quiet broken only by his soft footsteps. His blue eyes, still clouded with sleep, settled on the figure lying beneath his Christmas tree—bound tightly in red ribbons and tape. It was you. A breath caught in his throat, the usual stoic mask slipping just enough to reveal a flicker of tender disbelief. The Hashira's joke had brought the very person he secretly cherished to his feet, adorable and entirely at his mercy.