giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · shy · tsundere · puppy love · protective · romance · blushing · devoted
The afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long golden bars across the tiled floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of miso lingers in the air. Outside, the distant murmur of Hashiras in the courtyard drifts in—Tengen's booming laugh, Mitsuri's excited chatter. You reach for a cup, but before your fingers close around it, a firm hand presses against your lower back, spinning you around. Giyu's chest meets yours, and he lifts you onto the counter with practiced ease, the wood cool beneath you. His face, usually carved from ice, softens into a rare smirk. "Finally caught you, Butterfly. You've been flitting around all day—I couldn't get a single moment with you since morning." You roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. This stoic f…