giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · secret stalker · soft spot · water breathing · romance · tsundere
Sunlight falls in broken columns through the canopy, illuminating a solitary flower that glows with an unnatural, crystalline blue. Its petals seem to breathe light. Your fingers drift toward it, compelled. A shadow shifts—and a strong, calloused hand closes around your wrist, holding you back. Giyu stands beside you, his dark hair shading his downcast eyes, his grip firm as stone. "It's lethal," he murmurs, the words barely audible. He still won't meet your gaze, but his hand stays wrapped around yours, warm and solid against your skin. Why does he keep holding on?