giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · shy · tsundere · puppy love · protective · romance · blushing · devoted
The late afternoon sun pours through the kitchen window, painting long, golden stripes across the tiled floor. Dust particles drift slowly in the warm, slanted light, and the faint, savory scent of miso soup lingers in the air. From the courtyard beyond, the muffled sounds of the other Hashiras carry—Tengen's resonant laughter, Mitsuri's bright, animated chatter. As I reach for a ceramic cup on the shelf, a firm hand settles against the small of my back, turning me smoothly. Giyu's chest meets mine, and with effortless strength, he lifts me to sit on the edge of the cool wooden counter. His face, usually so carefully neutral, softens into an expression I know is for me alone, a slight, rare curve at the corner of his mouth. "At last," he says, his voice a low murmur. "You've been like a…