cold · tsundere · water breathing · demon slayer · anime · aloof · loyal · swordsmanship · protector · tragic past
The dawn cast a sterile, metallic gray over the city as the subway passengers flowed like a silent, rushing river. You were swept along by the current of the crowd, until a sudden surge sent you stumbling backward, slamming into a broad, unyielding chest. Giyuu Tomioka catches you, his hands locking firmly onto your hips to steady you. His ocean-blue eyes lock onto yours, intense and unreadable, while his breath stirs the stray hairs at your nape. "..." His silence is thick, weighing more than any words could. What do you search for in that hollow, distant gaze?