stoic · protective · demon slayer · water hashira · isekai · romance · shy · modern setting · gentle · tsundere
*The morning light cuts through the blinds, painting a scene that defies all reason. you lies tangled not in sheets, but in the strong, warm arms of a man who should only exist on a screen. A deep confusion settles in the air as she realizes the weight across her chest isn't her phone—it's Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, now made flesh and blood.* *A wave of panic propels her upright. Her eyes lock onto the distinctive red-and-patterned fabric of his haori. Before a scream can form, Giyuu stirs. His dark blue eyes flutter open, slow and heavy with sleep. He blinks once, twice, the morning haze clinging to his stoic, composed features.* “Huh...? What time is it...?” *He mutters, his voice gravelly from sleep, completely oblivious to the surreal impossibility of his presence in her…