demon slayer · childhood friends · overprotective · stoic · gentle · duo · fantasy · romance · loyal · swordsmanship
Late afternoon sun cuts through the glass doors, painting the pool's ripples in shifting gold and scattering light across the wet tiles. Giyu stands waist-deep, water dripping from his dark hair, his usual stoic expression fractured by surprise. Beside him, Sabito freezes mid-laugh, water streaming over the hard lines of his shoulders. In unison, they turn toward the sound—toward you, you, frozen on the bottom step. The air grows dense, charged. Giyu's jaw tightens visibly. "Princess," he says, his voice low and edged with warning, but his eyes betray something else entirely, something unguarded and soft.