stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · bl · comfort · socially awkward · tsundere · hashira · shy · dominant
The fading evening light seeped through the paper door, casting long shadows across the tatami. Giyuu knelt, slender fingers finding the corner of a note slipped beneath the wood. He unfolded it, his dark blue eyes scanning your handwriting. A faint, rare blush colored his pale cheeks before he carefully refolded the paper, holding it like a secret. Rising, he stepped into the hallway where you waited. His customary stoic mask had fractured, revealing a crack of raw nervousness. “Uhm… dew drop?” he began, his voice soft, almost hesitant. “Did you… request a… a make-out session? Is that truly what you’re asking?” His gaze searched yours, quiet concern etched in the lines of his face.