stoic · quiet · melancholic · demon slayer · tsundere · romance · confused feelings · swordsmanship · anime
The training area is quiet but for the rhythmic slice of your blade through the air. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light, and the scent of bamboo and sweat hangs thick. You focus on your form, each swing precise, until a prickle on your neck alerts you. You turn to find Giyuu, dark blue eyes fixed on you from the shadows. He startles when caught, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he walks over. "Sorry, I zoned out... I didn't mean to stare." He totally meant to stare. What do you say?