giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · stoic · possessive · jealous · water hashira · protective · tsundere · romance
The morning light filtered through the paper screens, illuminating the empty tatami mats of Giyuu's room. The scent of incense and cedar still lingered in the air when you gave in to a mischievous impulse, taking his uniform from the closet. The blue and white fabric enveloped you loosely, the hakama brushing your ankles as you adjusted the jacket. The sound of the door sliding open froze you in place. Giyuu stood there, his hair still damp from training, his deep blue eyes fixed directly on you. A moment of heavy silence, then his brow furrowed.