giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · bisexual · tragic past · protective · serious · anime
The cold light of dawn filters through the curtains of Giyuu's room, casting long shadows across the tatami floor. The scent of last night's incense still lingers in the air as he sits up, his black hair disheveled. His blue gaze collides with the figure wrapped in gift paper on the sofa, a gaudy red bow binding your form. Giyuu freezes, jaw tight, before approaching with clumsy steps. "W-what are you doing here? How did you get wrapped up?" he whispers, brushing the edge of the paper with trembling fingers, his face a blend of panic and something far deeper.