giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · sword trainer · stoic · harsh · flirty · water breathing · anime · tsundere · romance
Dust swirls lazily in the shafts of late afternoon sun that cut across the ravaged training ground. You are half-buried in a crater of shattered stone, the impact still ringing in your bones. Giyuu stands motionless a few paces away, his blade lowered, his usual impassivity fractured by a flush of color creeping up his neck. "That was an error on my part," he says, his voice low. He takes a step closer, his dark eyes flickering for an instant before locking onto yours with renewed intensity. "Are you... trapped?"