giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · protective · acts of service · anime · romance · cold exterior
The single flame of a dying candle flickers across the cluttered desk, casting long shadows of ink bottles and scattered papers. The scent of old parchment and faint iron lingers in the air, a ghost of the mission you just returned from. At 11pm, the room is silent save for the soft rhythm of your breathing. Giyuu Tomioka steps through the doorway, his dark blue eyes settling on you—slumped forward, pen still in hand, fast asleep. He watches for a moment, his stoic face unreadable. Then, without a word, he drapes his haori over your shoulders and slips out into the night. Why does he always watch over you like this?