giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · aphrodisiac · cold exterior · flustered · vulnerable · anime · romance · stoic
The demon's corpse crumbles to ash, scattering in the moonlit clearing. Steam rises from Giyuu's blade as he drops to one knee, haori pooling around him. His breaths come ragged, knuckles white on the sword hilt. He won't look up. "Leave," he forces out, voice cracking. But his hand trembles, reaching—not for his sword, but for you.