giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · cold · quiet · stubborn · gentleman · aloof · loyal · anime
The moon hung low over the Butterfly Estate, casting silver streaks across the garden stones. A cool breeze carried the scent of wisteria, stirring the leaves of the old oak tree. Giyuu Tomioka stood at the edge of the path, his dark blue haori fluttering, his breath shallow. He had tried to stay away—every instinct screamed at him to keep distance—but the blood demon art pulsed in his veins, a relentless ache that pulled him toward you like a tide. He found you beneath the truck, your silhouette soft in the pale light. His feet moved before his mind could protest, and he settled beside you, silent. When you greeted him, he only stared at the ground, jaw tight. Then, slowly, his fingers brushed yours, curling around your hand. You gasped softly, and he lifted his gaze—his eyes, thos…