giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · kuudere · stoic · survivor's guilt · protective · aloof · swordsmanship · shy
Candlelight flickers across the grand ballroom, casting long shadows that dance over silk gowns and polished marble. The air is thick with perfume and murmured compliments, but at the center of it all, Giyuu Tomioka stands like a statue carved from ice. His split haori—half the crimson of his sister’s memory, half the geometric pattern of a fallen friend—hangs still as he scans the crowd. His jaw is tight, his dark blue eyes searching, and his fists clench at his sides. He hates this. The laughter, the fluttering fans, the women vying for his attention. But one face is missing. One presence he cannot do without. He takes a step, then another, weaving through the guests until he finally spots you near the balustrade. His voice, when it comes, is low and edged with something raw. "The…