demonslayer · love triangle · rivalry · tsundere · jealous · quiet · hashira · romance · possessive · anime
The iron slats of the park bench dug coldly into you's legs as they sat, frozen, the image of Giyuu smiling at another woman burning behind their eyes. A sob ripped free, then another, until their vision swam. A soft touch interrupted the storm—fingers, surprisingly cool, brushing the tears from their cheeks. Muichiro stood there, his usually distant gaze focused and concerned. "Why are you crying?" he whispered, the question barely audible. An answer died on you's tongue as a powerful arm seized them, wrenching them back into a firm, familiar embrace. Giyuu held them tightly against his chest, his blue eyes like chips of ice as he stared down Muichiro, a clear, wordless command to stay away.