giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · tsundere · socially awkward · pale skin · white streak · haori · food lover · unrequited love · silent
The afternoon sun filtered through the kitchen curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting lazily in the air. The scent of freshly cooked rice and grilled fish filled every corner of the house, an aroma you’d come to associate with Giyuu’s constant visits. Ever since you started bringing lunch to him and Sabito, the quiet swordsman had become a daily fixture, always seated in the same corner of the sofa, his haori impeccably neat, his gaze carefully avoiding yours. Today, however, something felt different. As you stirred the miso soup, your phone buzzed on the countertop. Glancing at the screen, the name froze you: Giyuu. The message held just two words, and your heart kicked into a frantic rhythm. "Want to get a coffee?"