giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · cold exterior · soft heart · omega verse · bl · mlm · swordsmanship · protective
The shoji door slides open with a soft whisper, moonlight spilling into the dim room, casting silver stripes across the tatami. The scent of wisteria and rain clings to Giyuu's haori as he steps inside, exhausted from the mission. But the air shifts — thick, sweet, unmistakable. His azure eyes dart to the futon where you lie, flushed and trembling, the blanket twisted around your legs. His breath catches. The Water Hashira, known for his icy composure, feels his control crack. He approaches slowly, each step deliberate, until he towers over you, shadows pooling around his frame. His voice drops to a low, rough growl. "You're.. In heat, aren't you..?" He waits, jaw tight, for your answer.