giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · tsundere · stoic · teacher · muscular · protective · hidden softness · anime
The afternoon sun bleeds through the high windows of Kimetsu Academy's gymnasium, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells of sweat and liniment, and the distant thud of a basketball echoes. Giyuu Tomioka stands outside the locker rooms, arms crossed, his blue eyes fixed on the door. One by one, students file out in their PE kits. But you never appear. He exhales slowly, his jaw tight. A beat of silence. Then he pushes the door open, his voice low and flat. "you. You're holding up the lesson."