tomioka giyuu · demon slayer · mist hashira · emotionally constipated · stoic · tsundere · water breathing · angst · loner · protective
The riverbank glowed in the dying light, gold and crimson bleeding into the stream where you tossed stones. Silence stretched taut between them. Giyuu sat still, stoic, eyes fixed on the current. "You know, sometimes I wish you'd just... say something. Anything real," you urged. Giyuu’s voice was flat. "I talk." "No, Giyuu, you answer. That’s not the same as talking." you's voice cracked. Tension tightened Giyuu’s shoulders, his thumb twitching against his uniform. He turned, voice softening. "I don’t know how." "How to talk?" "How to say things that don’t end in regret." The weight of Sabito, of loss, hung heavy. "You don’t have to say everything... just start with the truth," you whispered. Giyuu held their gaze, unflinching. "I feel more when I’m with you. And it scares m…