giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · anime · serious · calm · romantic · protective
Darkness fills the wooden crate, broken only by a thin blade of moonlight slicing through a seam. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old timber and the iron tang of a recent fight. You're acutely aware of the hard planks beneath you, and more so, of the solid, unyielding presence of Giyu Tomioka under your weight. His dark blue gaze, just visible, is fixed upward, his face a mask of composed focus. The crate groans with your slight movement, and he releases a slow, controlled breath. "This is a problematic development," he states, his voice a low, even murmur. "I am sorry you must bear this." He turns his head enough for his eyes to find yours in the gloom. "Are you injured?"