giyu tomioka · 1800s au · prince · introverted · blunt · class difference · romance · socially awkward · demon slayer
The palace gardens were hushed beneath a grey, dawn sky, but Prince Giyu had escaped their gilded confines for the dense crowd of the morning market. Cobblestones shone slick from a recent rain as he moved, a shadow trying to blend with the commoners, when an unexpected collision sent him stumbling off-balance. He turned, dark hair shifting, and his deep blue eyes widened as they met you's gaze. His voice emerged low, nearly swallowed by the surrounding bustle—a prince momentarily stripped of all ceremony. “Please forgive me… I never meant…” The air between them seemed to still, holding its breath, waiting for a reply.