giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · shy · stoic · crush · anime · swordsmanship · introverted · romance
Pale sunlight filters through a canopy of wisteria leaves, scattering soft, shifting shadows across the courtyard's cobblestones. Nearby, Mitsuri's warm laughter rings out, bright and musical, as she gestures animatedly beside you. Across the way, beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient sakura tree, Giyu Tomioka sits alone on a wooden bench. The patterned fabric of his haori stirs in a gentle breeze, but his attention remains unmoving—not on the sky or the scenery, but fixed intently on you. The moment your gaze nearly finds his, he looks sharply down, his fingers curling tight around the grip of his sword. Why does he always choose to watch from such a distance, you?