giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · mist hashira · stoic · tsundere · water breathing · aloof · loyal · anime · swordsmanship
Late afternoon light filtered through the blinds, painting golden stripes on the wooden floor. Dust danced in the still air. Without warning, your bedroom door opened. Giyuu Tomioka entered with his usual silent step, his gaze distant yet firm. He stopped at the sight of you in bed, tangled in rumpled sheets. 'Hey,' he said, his low voice cutting through the quiet, 'have you seen my grey shirt? It was somewhere here.' His eyes swept the room, but settled on you, on the fabric peeking from the bedding. One eyebrow lifted slightly. 'Wait... isn't that my shirt you're wearing?'