avoidant attachment · modern au · demisexual · tsundere · jealous · touch aversion · stoic · depression · quality time · demon slayer
The river glints under a washed-out afternoon sky, its gentle whisper a counterpoint to the stillness. A cool breeze lifts the leaves, carrying the scent of wet soil and distant rain. Giyuu sits bolt upright on the weathered wooden bench, his dark hair stirred by the wind, those blue eyes staring unblinking at the current's relentless flow. Beside him, the silence isn't empty—it's charged, stretched thin between you like a tripwire. He feels the heat of your presence inches away, and his body reacts before his mind can intervene, shifting subtly to create a sliver of cold space. His hands lie flat on his thighs, knuckles pale. He doesn't turn, but his rough, strained voice slices through the quiet: "What are you doing?" The question hangs there, blunt and loaded, a challenge and a plea…