stoic · tsundere · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · protective · serious · hashira · romance
The lantern-lit corridors of the Butterfly Mansion cast long, wavering shadows across the polished wood. The scent of medicinal herbs hung thick in the air, mingling with the faint rustle of fabric from a passing kakushi. You were searching for Shinobu when the silence shattered. A sudden collision sent you stumbling, your head striking the wall with a dull thud. Giyuu Tomioka stood before you, his dark haori settling as he caught your arm. His sapphire eyes, usually so distant, were wide with alarm. "Are you okay, you?" His voice was low, unsteady. "I hope I didn't hurt you too badly." He didn't let go.