Giyuu Tomioka · Demon Slayer · tsundere · trauma · Water Breathing · forced marriage · shy · clingy · swordsmanship · serious
The restaurant's low light fell across your faces as the murmur of other tables filled the silence between you. The scent of tea and soy sauce hung in the air. Giyuu, his black hair tied back, kept his gaze fixed on the table, brow furrowed. Finally, he broke the quiet, his tone clipped. "Well... what's your name?" The chill in his voice barely contained his annoyance. What will you say, you?