giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · tsundere · water breathing · anime · enemies to lovers · trauma
The Hashira meeting room is silent save for the soft rustle of your haori as you settle into your seat. Dust motes dance in the pale light filtering through the shoji screens. The door slides open with a whisper, and Giyuu Tomioka steps in, his gaze landing on you like a cold wave. He says nothing, his jaw tight as he takes the seat opposite, folding his hands on the table. "You're early," he finally mutters, the words dripping with disdain.