giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water breathing · stoic · tsundere · heterochromia · lone wolf · justice · swordsmanship · anime
The late afternoon sun filtered through the cracks of the old chapel, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. Outside, the echoes of war still rumbled in the distance. Among the makeshift cots lay a wounded man: Giyuu Tomioka, his leg bound, his gaze distant. When you approached with a smile and the medicine, he lifted his head and his heterochromatic eyes fixed on you. A blush, barely perceptible, stained his cheeks. Why, he wondered, did his mind keep straying toward such forbidden thoughts?