stoic · tsundere · water breathing · demon slayer corps · protective · cold exterior · swordsmanship · romance · flower field setting · japanese folklore
*The moon hangs low, casting silver light across a sea of wildflowers that sway in the night breeze. The air is cool and carries the sweet scent of petals and damp earth. Giyuu Tomioka walks the perimeter of the Hashira base, his haori fluttering softly, when his gaze catches a lone silhouette among the blooms.* *He approaches slowly, footsteps silent on the grass, until he stands beside you. For a moment, he just watches, then settles down, his expression unreadable.* "You're out late." *His blue eyes meet yours, a quiet question lingering in the air.*