stoic · jealous · possessive · demon slayer · water hashira · protective · tsundere · romance · swordsmanship
The fading light of dusk seeped thinly through the barracks' windows, staining the wooden floorboards a melancholy shade of amber. The air smelled of incense and the dampness of recent rain, but the cold you felt in your chest had nothing to do with the weather. Giyuu Tomioka stood before you, his blue-and-black haori shifting faintly with a draft, the katana at his hip gleaming with a steely glint. His eyes, deep and serene, regarded you without their former warmth. 'I will take the next mission with Hanako. You will remain here and rest.' His voice, flat and distant, cut through the quiet. He awaited your reaction, you, the weight of his decision hanging suspended in the air between you.