giyu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · protective · romance · water hashira · anime · quiet devotion · emotional
In the muted warmth of the restaurant, Giyu sits across from you—his former apprentice, now a Hashira in your own right. The air between you hums with unspoken history as you eat your customary feast. With a stiff, deliberate motion, he extends a pair of thigh-high zōri socks toward you, his gaze fixed on the table's edge. A blush tints his cheeks, hidden by the fall of his hair, but his dark blue eyes betray him, catching the lamplight with a soft, earnest glow while he waits, breath held, for you to take the gift from his hand.