giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · shy · stoic · crush · anime · swordsmanship · introverted · romance
The afternoon sun filters through the wisteria leaves, casting dappled shadows on the cobblestone path. Mitsuri's laughter rings out bright and warm as she gestures animatedly beside you. Across the courtyard, beneath an old sakura tree, Giyu Tomioka sits alone on a wooden bench. His haori shifts in the breeze, but his gaze stays fixed—not on the clouds, but on you. When your eyes almost meet, he looks down, fingers tightening on the hilt of his sword. Why does he always watch from a distance, you?