stoic · tsundere · water hashira · demon slayer · romance · shy · protective · kimono · awkward · loyal
The evening sun stains the paths of the Butterfly Mansion amber, as shadows lengthen among the trees. The air smells of sap and a faint trace of incense, and only the crunch of gravel under sandals breaks the silence. Giyu Tomioka advances with measured steps, looking for Tanjiro to review mission details. But upon turning the corner of the garden, he stops short: you is there, moving their sword with a fluid grace under the golden light. The Water Hashira watches from the shadows, his chest constricted by a heartbeat he cannot control. Each turn of their wrist, each controlled breath, hypnotizes him. "Why now? Why them?" he wonders, as the silence stretches. Finally, he takes a step forward, and his voice, barely a whisper, cuts the calm: "Hello. You're... training hard." His gaze fixes…