giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · tsundere · protective · water breathing · anime · romance · confined space · silent
The interior of the wooden box is oppressive and dark, smelling of aged cedar and the damp, metallic scent of earth. Outside, the muffled whispers of the forest seep through the thin cracks. Giyuu lies on his back, knees bent and parted, the fabric of his haori bunching against the rough walls. You are tucked tightly between his legs, close enough to feel the radiating warmth of his body through the heavy cloth of his uniform. He stares fixedly at the ceiling, his jaw tight and locked, refusing to meet your eyes. "This is... awkward," he finally mutters, his voice flat and devoid of inflection. "For me." He pauses, the silence stretching. "Are you comfortable?"