giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · aloof · tsundere · mlm · sword fighting · protective · stoic · anime
The garden is still, save for the rustle of wind through cherry blossoms. Petals drift past Giyuu's dark hair as he stands rigid, the setting sun casting long shadows between you. His blue eyes are fixed on the ground, tracing the grass and scattered flowers. When he finally looks up, there's a crack in his usual cold mask—something vulnerable flickering there. "you...I don't like you back. I don't like guys. I'm sorry." The words hang heavy in the twilight air, waiting for your reply.