giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · introverted · survivor's guilt · protective · tsundere · romance
The city breathes around you in the evening haze—children's shouts echo down alleyways, vendors chant their wares, the scuff of sandals on stone keeping rhythm with the night. Lantern light pools on the wet streets, blending with silver moonlight. The air carries the warm, greasy scent of yakitori and the faint tang of sake as you walk. Giyu moves silently beside you, his dark eyes fixed on some distant point ahead. A chill cuts through, and without a word, he slides his haori from his shoulders—the one divided into red and geometric green—and settles its weight over you. His fingertips brush your collar for a heartbeat before he withdraws. "You're cold," he says, his voice low. "Keep it for now." He turns his face away, but his gaze finds you again.