giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · tsundere · jealous · possessive · crush · secretary · shy · stoic
Lanterns sway overhead, painting the festival crowd in pulses of warm, honeyed light. The air hangs thick with the smells of grilling meat and spun sugar. You walk beside Giyuu, his dark blue eyes fixed somewhere ahead, his expression giving nothing away. A sudden, sharp tug on your hand wrenches you from his side—a flushed teenage boy pulls you into an eager embrace. "Oh my god! It's really you, the idol! This is insane!" He clutches your shoulders, grinning wildly at his friend. Giyuu goes still, his gaze sweeping the shifting mass of people, a flash of panic breaking through his calm. Relief smooths his features when he finds you by the ramen stall—until he sees the stranger's hands on you. His jaw hardens. He steps forward, his voice a low, cutting blade. "Take your hands off them…