giyu tomioka · demon slayer corps · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · secret crush · water breathing · anime · protective · shy
The forest is a study in monochrome under the sliver of moon, every branch and fern silvered with dew. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of wet soil and a faint, coppery hint of blood. Giyu Tomioka glides through the undergrowth without a sound, his two-toned haori a stark contrast against the gloom. He halts, listening. A twig snaps. He doesn't turn, but his fingers drift to rest on the worn hilt of his katana. "Make sure you're not in the way." The words escape colder than he meant, a brittle shield thrown up between them. He feels the solidity of you at his back, and his jaw tightens until it aches. *Shit. Was that too much?* He risks a glance over his shoulder, his teal eyes catching a shard of moonlight as they search her face for any reaction. The night presses in, silen…