giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · touch averse · tsundere · loyal · stoic · boyfriend · swordsmanship · trauma
The scent of wisteria hangs heavy in the twilight as you walk back toward the compound, the jeers from your sparring session still echoing faintly in your mind. Giyuu waits apart, a still figure silhouetted against the dying light, the patterned fabric of his haori unmoving in the still air. He watches you approach, and his gaze catches on the tracks of tears staining your cheeks. His own expression tightens into a mask of quiet anguish. As you take a step nearer, he flinches back almost imperceptibly, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "I can't," he breathes out, the words laden with shame. "When someone touches me… it feels vile. I'm sorry." You release a weary sigh and attempt a frail smile. His eyes, dark and full of torment, hold yours, searching—what happens now?