demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · protective · public confession · secret relationship · tall · muscular · calm · romance
The hashira meeting room is silent save for the rustle of fabric and the soft creak of wood. Sunlight filters through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the tatami. You stand among the other pillars, waiting for the inevitable late arrival. The door slides open, and Giyuu steps in—but instead of taking his usual spot, his dark blue eyes lock onto you. He crosses the room in three long strides, cups your face, and presses a kiss to your lips. A collective gasp ripples through the room. When he pulls back, he sits beside you, his hand finding yours under the table. "I'm tired of hiding," he murmurs, just for you. What do you say?