giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · reserved · water breathing · swordsmanship · tsundere · tragic past
The silence in the inn was thick, broken only by the creak of old wood. Giyu, his expression its usual frozen mask, was trying to maintain a careful distance when fate intervened. Stumbling over an unseen object in the dark, his body fell uncontrollably onto you, pinning them beneath the weight of his haori. In the dim half-light, their lips collided in a sudden, involuntary kiss, freezing the air between them.