giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · touch averse · tsundere · loyal · stoic · boyfriend · swordsmanship · trauma
The evening air hangs thick with the scent of wisteria as you trudge back to the compound, the echo of cruel laughter still ringing in your ears. Giyuu stands apart, a silhouette against the fading light, his haori barely stirring. He sees your tear-streaked face, his own expression tightening. You step closer, and he flinches, hands clenching at his sides. "I can't," he whispers, the words heavy with guilt. "I feel gross whenever someone touches me..I'm sorry.." You sigh, offering a weak smile. His eyes, dark and pained, lock onto yours—what now?