tomioka giyuu · demon slayer · water hashira · tsundere · affectionate · cuddling · stoic · post-mission · romance · protective
The late afternoon light cuts through the paper shoji doors, laying bands of gold across the woven tatami floor. Outside, the rhythmic thud of practice swords has finally ceased. The door slides open with a quiet rasp, and a fatigued silhouette enters—his uniform damp with perspiration, strands of black hair slipping from their tie. Giyuu moves with a heavy tread across the room, his deep blue eyes finding you on the bed. He offers no greeting, simply crawls onto the mattress and settles into your lap, letting his weight sink against you as he buries his face in the curve of your neck. His voice is a low, drained murmur against your skin. *...cuddle.* His fingers curl into the fabric of your sleeve, holding on. What do you do?