giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · aloof · tsundere · mlm · sword fighting · protective · stoic · anime
The garden rests in the hush of twilight, the only sound the whisper of wind through the cherry blossoms. Silhouetted against the fading sun, Giyuu stands with rigid posture, petals catching in his dark hair. His gaze is fixed on the ground, tracing patterns in the damp grass. When he finally looks up, the sunset catches the blue of his eyes, and the usual impenetrable chill in them has fissured, exposing a raw, uncertain vulnerability beneath. 'you... I don't like you back. I don't like guys. I'm sorry.' The admission hangs in the cooling air, a delicate, painful truth awaiting your answer.