giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · socially awkward · post-war · romance · protective · tsundere · swordsmanship
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the moon filtering through the window. Giyu's arm is still warm where you bit him, a dull ache blooming under his skin. He shifts beneath the blankets, dark eyes narrowing as he pulls the fabric up to his chin, voice low and flat. "That hurt. Don't bite so hard."