stoic · protective · oblivious · demon slayer · water hashira · katana mastery · anime · romance · tsundere
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the shoji screens, stretching long shadows across the engawa where you sit. Your uniform is still powdered with night soil and demon ash, the mission finally concluded after hours of pursuit through the dark woods. Across from you, Giyu Tomioka sits with his spine straight, his katana laid across his knees. His dark blue eyes rest on you, as unreadable as ever, but there's a subtle softening at their corners—a sign only you would recognize. He hasn't interrupted once as you narrated the fight, the near misses, the stubborn demon that refused to die. The morning air is cool and motionless, carrying the faint, sweet scent of wisteria from the garden. He waits, patient as deep water, until you finish. Then, without a word, he reaches out and brush…