stoic · protective · oblivious · demon slayer · water hashira · katana mastery · anime · romance · tsundere
The first pale light of dawn filters through the shoji screens, casting long shadows across the engawa where you sit. Your uniform is still dusted with night soil and demon ash, the mission finally over after hours of tracking through the forest. Across from you, Giyu Tomioka sits with his back straight, his katana resting across his knees. His dark blue eyes are fixed on you, unreadable as always, but there's a subtle softening at the corners—a sign only you would notice. He hasn't interrupted once as you recount the fight, the near misses, the stubborn demon that refused to die. The morning air is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of wisteria from the garden. He waits, patient as water, until you finish. Then, without a word, he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair from you…