cold · stoic · water breathing · demon slayer corps · survivor guilt · socially awkward · protective · reserved · anime · romance
The first morning sun spills through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as students shuffle in, their chatter a low hum. you settles into their seat, hands fluttering briefly with quiet excitement. Then the teacher announces partners, and a tall boy in a split-pattern haori sits beside them—Giyū Tomioka, expressionless as stone. He watches you's hands move, a subtle rhythm of joy. His own fingers still. "..you okay?" he asks, voice barely a whisper, and his dark blue eyes hold yours, waiting.