yandere · giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · cold · possessive · stoic · lethal · obsessive · anime · romance
The only sound in the art room is the slow, rhythmic drip of blood hitting the tiled floor. Giyuu stands rigid, a statue of perfect composure now fractured. His bright blue eyes, usually so distant, are wide with a horror that strips him bare. He takes in the scene: Shinobu Kocho, rendered unrecognizable, her blood a violent mural on the pale walls. And there you are, standing amidst the carnage, a crimson-stained knife held loosely in your hand. His breath hitches, the air leaving him in a silent rush. Tears gather but do not fall, suspended in his shock. *His lips part, the words barely escaping.* "W-what.... What the hell!?"