giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · swordsmanship · demon slayer corps · anime · cold exterior · protective
The dim light of a single candle flickers across the wooden walls of the Demon Slayer Corps headquarters, casting long shadows as the Hashira mill about. The air is thick with the scent of old tatami and cedar, and a murmur of laughter and teasing echoes down the hall. The other Hashira have cornered Giyuu and you, their voices a relentless tide until the two of you find yourselves shoved into a cramped wardrobe. The door clicks shut, plunging you into darkness save for a sliver of light. Giyuu’s body is pressed against yours, his breath warm on your cheek. "What now?" he murmurs, his voice strained with embarrassment, his dark eyes searching yours in the confined space.