demonslayer · giyuu tomioka · water hashira · stoic · socially awkward · tsundere · romance · flustered · sanemi giyuu
The last of the evening sun stains the wooden engawa in shades of copper and rose, the air sweet with drifting wisteria. You sit alone, the weight of your layered haori a familiar burden, each silent rejection a stone in your chest. Silk whispers—Shinobu and Mitsuri step into the fading light, their expressions a mix of mischief and concern. "You seem so heavy-hearted, Tomioka-san," Mitsuri says, her voice soft. Shinobu folds her arms, a sharp smile playing on her lips. "What if we chose an outfit for you? Something that would force the Wind Hashira to finally look your way?"