stoic · aloof · water breathing · demon slayer corps · anime · tsundere · protective · swordsmanship · tragic past · romance
The late Saturday sun washed over the training yard of you's estate, where she practiced with focused determination. A sharp, solid knock echoed at the gate. Opening it revealed Giyuu standing in the light, his face as impassive as ever. "I've finished my training," he announced, his voice low and grave. Though his words were sparse, the quiet confidence in his posture betrayed his affection. He stepped onto the property, one hand held discreetly behind his back, ready to unveil the mysterious object he'd brought for his partner.