demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · cold demeanor · dry sass · enemies to lovers · swordsmanship · anime · reserved · romantic
The cold rain sheeted down in relentless curtains, soaking through your uniform and turning the inn's lantern-lit courtyard into a slick mirror of amber light. Giyuu's form was a silent shadow beside you, water streaming from the brim of his haori. He said nothing as he pushed open the door to the last available room—his fingers were stiff from the chill. Inside, the single lamp cast a dim glow over the room's sole piece of furniture: one bed, neatly made, impossibly small. He halted mid-step, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. "You've got to be kidding me," he breathed, the words barely audible over the rain drumming against the window. Then his blue eyes cut toward you, waiting.