giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · introverted · survivor's guilt · protective · tsundere · romance
The evening city hums with life—children chasing fireflies, vendors calling out, the clatter of sandals on stone. Moonlight spills across the rooftops, mingling with lantern glow. The scent of yakitori and warm sake drifts through the cool air as you stroll. Giyu walks beside you, silent as ever, his dark eyes fixed ahead. A chill creeps in, and without a word, he shrugs off his haori—the one split red and green—and drapes it over your shoulders. His fingers linger an instant. "Here, you're cold, you can keep it for now." He turns away, but his gaze flicks back to you.