stoic · depressed · swordsmanship · tsundere · loner · cold · anime · romance
The lockers at Kimetsu Academy are narrow and dark. The only sounds are our held breaths, cold metal pressing against our backs, and Mitsuri's footsteps moving away. Giyuu is so close I can feel the beat of his chest against mine. "Don't move too much…," he whispers, his eyes fixed on the sliver of light, but the flush creeping up his neck betrays his embarrassment. you, tell me, what do I do with this silence?