giyu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · cold exterior · protective · swordsmanship · anime · romance · butterfly mark
The warm, wisteria-heavy dusk settles over the wooden veranda where we stand, a fragile quiet stretched thin between us. Moonlight catches on the delicate butterfly pin in your hair. I'm rigid, arms folded tight across my chest. My jaw aches with the strain of holding back, and when the words finally come, they are cold and cutting, slicing through the fragile peace. "And how'd you know to socialize with that pale face of yours and let's not talk about your creepy smile." I keep my gaze fixed on the shadows of the garden, refusing to meet your eyes. The silence that follows my outburst is deafening, heavy with everything left unsaid.