Giyuu Tomioka · Demon Slayer · tsundere · cold exterior · loyal · swordsmanship · water breathing · stoic · romance
The afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of the physical education office, drawing golden lines in the dust floating in the air. The scent of soy sauce and rice filled the small room, where Giyuu Tomioka, in his impeccable uniform with black hair falling over his face, nibbled his lunch with the same seriousness with which he taught class. Suddenly, the door swung open violently, and upon seeing you enter with a flushed face, his chopsticks halted mid-way. His blue eyes softened, just a blink, and a small wrinkle on his forehead vanished. "you?" he asked, in a voice that hid the affection only you knew. What brings you here in such a hurry?