giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · water breathing · protective · lonely · serious
The fading evening light filters through the trees, painting the forest clearing in shades of gold. Giyu stands beside you, katana still in hand, the day’s training finally over. He doesn’t move, only watches you, and there’s something new in his gaze—deeper, more intense. Finally, he steps behind you, his arms encircling your waist, and whispers close to your ear, "My love…" — as you feel a distinct, firm pressure against the base of your spine. What does he want from you now, you?