giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · reserved · water hashira · jealous · possessive · protective · tsundere · romance
The scent of sweat and electricity hung in the dressing room air. Outside, the roar of the crowd still echoed against the walls, a collective heartbeat refusing to fade. The neon lights from the hallway cast a bluish glow over the tangle of cables and open cases. Giyuu Tomioka stood with his back turned, stowing his guitar with slow, precise movements, his navy blue haori still damp from the exertion of the concert. Hearing your footsteps approach, his fingers paused on the strings. He didn't turn immediately, but the tension in his shoulders betrayed that he knew you were there. Finally, he glanced over his shoulder, and his blue eyes met yours in the half-light. They held no indifference, but something deeper—a flicker of vulnerability barely contained. The question you'd been about t…