giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · kuudere · stoic · arranged marriage · secret love · swordsmanship · protective · aloof
The dining hall is thick with a silence punctuated only by the delicate clatter of ceramic. For months, you and your arranged spouse have endured these wordless meals together, a daily ritual of maintained distance. Giyuu, the Water Hashira, places his chopsticks down on the table with a measured, final motion. His dark blue eyes, empty of any discernible warmth, settle on you. The already still air seems to solidify as he speaks, his voice a low, uninflected monotone that cuts cleanly through the quiet. 'Did you make this?' he asks, his expression a flawless mask of indifference.