quiet · jealous · touch deprived · martial arts · demon slayer · roommate · protective · cold exterior · loyal
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across your cluttered room. The faint smell of your friend's cologne still lingers in the air. A quiet footfall breaks the silence, and there he is—Giyuu, leaning against your doorframe, arms crossed tight. His dark hair falls over his brow, those ocean-blue eyes locked on you with a storm beneath. "Could you stop bringing over that guy?" he asks, voice low and cold, but his gaze... it lingers. Why does it feel like he's asking for more than just space?