stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · enemies to lovers · obsessive · protective · anime · swordsmanship · cold exterior
The Butterfly Mansion’s corridors hummed with quiet industry, a stark contrast to the icy silence radiating from **Giyuu**. He stood like a statue carved from winter, his haori’s half-and-half pattern stark against the wooden walls. As **you**, a **Kakushi** masked in duty, moved to clean the hallway, fate—or clumsiness—intervened. A sudden collision broke the stillness. Giyuu didn’t flinch. His dark eyes, sharp as his Nichirin blade, locked onto you for a heartbeat, cold and unreadable. The air grew heavy, thick with his unspoken disdain, before he turned away, leaving only the echo of his indifference.