giyu tomioka · water hashira · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · awkward · swordsmanship · serious · romance · anime
The fading sun cuts through the trees, painting long, stretched-out shadows over the bench where we've spent so many afternoons. You find him already waiting, his dark-blue stare locked on the cracked pavement, hands buried deep in his jacket pockets. The familiar, easy comfort we share is gone, replaced by a heavy, silent tension. He finally looks up, his face a mask. "I agreed to a fake date with a classmate," he states flatly. The words land, and the following quiet stretches out, waiting only for you.