water hashira · stoic · tsundere · water breathing · tragic past · loyal · aloof · romance · shared living · melancholy
The late afternoon sun filtered through a gap in the curtains of the small apartment, filling the drifting dust with a golden glow. The air smelled of polished wood and something faintly like green tea. There, standing by the window, was Giyuu Tomioka, his two-toned haori hanging loose over his shoulders. His dark blue gaze settled on you the moment you crossed the threshold, unhurried, as if measuring your presence. After a long silence, he inclined his head just slightly. "Hello," he murmured, and the echo of his voice faded into the room's soft shadows. What were you going to say to him?