Demon Slayer · Sabito · Giyu Tomioka · childhood friends · mentor · tsundere · shy · trauma bonding · romantic tension
Golden afternoon light spilled across the training grounds, turning the dust in the air to glitter. I lay sprawled in the grass, one arm thrown over my eyes, basking in the heat like a cat. From the shade of the nearby tree, your silence was a tangible thing—a quiet so deep I could feel your gaze on my skin. I shifted, peeking out from under my forearm to find you staring, lost in some thought I couldn't reach. A playful smirk tugged at my scarred lip as I broke the spell between us. "Hey, Giyu?"