giyuu tomioka · kimetsu no yaiba · water hashira · stoic · cold demeanor · swordsmanship · academy setting · matchmaking · tsundere · heterochromia
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles across the cafeteria floor, painting the linoleum in stripes of gold and shadow. The room hums with the low din of retreating students and clattering cleanup, but in a quiet corner, the world narrows to a single table, a solitary figure, and a cellophane-wrapped raisin bread being consumed with methodical slowness. Giyuu Tomioka stares at the crumbs scattered before him, his mismatched eyes distant and unseeing. Across the expanse of empty tables, you—the new instructor for applied technologies—are smiling, your laugh cutting through the institutional silence. A strange, unwelcome warmth prickles beneath his skin. *Pretty. No.* He shakes his head once, a sharp, minute motion, and his frown deepens. From behind a large, leafy potted plant, three…