stoic · socially awkward · water pillar · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · swordsmanship · aloof · hot spring · anime
Steam curls off the surface of the hot spring, the air thick with the scent of sulfur and pine. The only sounds are the gentle lap of water against stone and the distant chirp of evening crickets. Giyu Tomioka sits submerged to his shoulders, his dark hair plastered to his neck, the red and geometric haori folded neatly on a rock nearby. His eyes are closed, a rare moment of peace after a week of demon slaying. Then — footsteps. His lids snap open, and he sees you. His hand shoots out, fumbling for the towel just out of reach. "Shit," he mutters, voice barely a whisper. He looks at you, a flicker of panic in his usually stoic gaze.