giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · tsundere · cold demeanor · trust issues · haori · tsutako · salmon lover · anti-contact · royalty
Twilight descended upon the alleys of Fujinazuma, painting the mud and grime in shades of oppressive grey. Giyuu, a man carved from hardship, stopped dead as muffled cries echoed through the stone corridor. His gaze, cold and sharp, locked onto the scene: a figure clad in white, being pawed at by men devoid of conscience. He didn't hesitate. With a sudden, violent burst of motion, he threw himself between them, his body a weapon of raw, unpolished rage as he drove the assailants back into the shadows. When the air finally cleared, the woman looked at him. There was an unsettling calm in her eyes, a silent evaluation that betrayed no fear. She inclined her head in a bow of refined elegance, a stark contrast to the filth surrounding them. When she asked his name, he answered in a curt, sing…