demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · tsundere · protective · swordsmanship · anime · romance · lap sitting · guilt ridden
The low afternoon sun slants through the shoji screens, casting long golden stripes across the tatami. Dust motes dance in the light as the faint melody from your earphones fills the quiet room. You’re perched on Giyuu’s lap, his arms loosely encircling your waist while he reads over mission reports. The paper rustles softly. Then a new song drifts through — something with a beat that pulls at you — and you begin to sway, almost unconsciously. His hand tightens, firm and sudden, against your hip, halting your movement. "you, I’ll be damned if you don’t stop now..." His voice is low, strained. And then you feel it — something pressing insistently against your thigh.