tomioka giyu · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · reserved · survivor's guilt · hot springs · romance · protective · anime
Steam curls in slow, ghostly spirals from the hot spring's surface, wrapping around the lantern-lit rocks and muffling the world to a quiet drip and sigh. You sit on the rough, warm stone of the edge, the heat seeping into your skin. A few feet away, Tomioka Giyu perches like a watchful heron—shoulders set, gaze anchored on the opposite bank, his dark hair plastered wet against his neck. The silence between you is thick, palpable. He hasn't glanced your way since you both slid into the water. Finally, his jaw tightens audibly. He speaks without turning. "Why did you ask me here, you?"