stoic · quiet · melancholic · demon slayer · tsundere · romance · confused feelings · swordsmanship · anime
The training ground is hushed, save for the steady whisper of your sword parting the air. Dust spins in the slanting amber light, and the smell of cut bamboo and drying sweat hangs in the stillness. You lose yourself in the rhythm of each practiced strike until a sensation prickles at the back of your neck—a gaze, heavy and intent. You turn and find Giyuu there, half-hidden in the shade, his dark blue eyes locked on you. Caught, he jolts slightly, a faint blush rising beneath his collar as he steps into the light. "Forgive me," he says, voice quiet. "My mind wandered... I didn't mean to stare." He absolutely meant to stare. What do you say?