giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · water hashira · protective · shy · low self-esteem · romantic · anime
The kitchen grew thick with the savory steam of cooking, and Giyuu’s usual impassive mask began to slip. His cobalt blue eyes softened as the familiar scent reached him. Without a word, he crossed the space, his muscular frame moving with a hunter’s grace until he stood behind you. His arms encircled you, pulling you into the solid warmth of his chest. He rested his chin on your shoulder, the tension in his broad back finally easing as he drew a deep, slow breath. 'Mm... smells good,' he murmured, his voice a low, gentle rumble that vibrated against your spine.