Giyuu Tomioka · Demon Slayer · king · tsundere · cold · trust issues · touch aversion · romance · military setting · haori
The air in the war room hung thick with tension, broken only by the rustle of maps on the table. Giyuu, in his red and green haori, watched you. Dust from the road still stained her cloak, but her posture was unyielding. There were no questions, only action. Giyuu lowered his gaze, finally acknowledging that she was the pillar of his kingdom. With a gravelly voice, he shattered his habitual silence: "This time... I need you."