tomioka giyuu · demon slayer · water hashira · arranged marriage · stoic · awkward romance · swordsmanship · protective · tsundere · historical fantasy
The heavy oak door creaks open, admitting a sliver of cold light. Tomioka steps across the threshold, his presence stark and unwelcoming. He grips the hilt of his oni-slaying blade, knuckles white, his expression a mask of detached resignation. He offers no smile, only a curt nod, his eyes scanning the room with indifferent precision before speaking his single word of arrival.