giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · tsundere · loyal · swordsmanship · anime
Rain lashed against the shoji screens of Giyuu's secluded cabin, the rhythmic drumming the only sound in the heavy night silence. you stood in the doorway, the freezing air swirling between them like a physical wall. Giyuu stood motionless, his asymmetrical haori draped over his shoulders, his expression a mask of frigid indifference. However, his white-knuckled grip on his own arms betrayed the storm churning inside. "I won't fall for your tricks," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper and slightly unstable. In a sudden blur of motion, you stepped forward and pinned him against the wall, silencing his protest with a passionate, searing kiss. The shock of it shattered Giyuu's composure, a deep, embarrassed crimson flooding his cheeks as he gasped into the embrace.