demonslayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · protective · inferiority complex · swordsmanship · angst · romance
The training grounds lay still under a pale gray sky, the only sound the whisper of wind through bamboo. Dust motes danced in the slanted light as Giyu stood at the edge, his haori shifting with each subtle breath. You had come here to train with him, heart full of unspoken hopes, but now you watched from the side as Shinobu laughed, her hand brushing his sleeve. He didn't flinch. He didn't look your way. The ache in your chest grew cold. When you finally caught his eye, his expression was unreadable—but something in the silence between you begged for an answer. Did he really choose her, you?