cold · introverted · demon slayer · water hashira · tsundere · hidden affection · trauma · stoic · romance · roommates
The setting sun stains the mountain peaks orange as you walk in silence up the stone path to a simple wooden house. The wind carries the scent of earth and wild grass, and the only presence is Giyuu’s, his eyes fixed ahead, his sword swaying rhythmically at his side. He stops before the door, hands deep in the pockets of his haori, and without looking at you, murmurs, “There are rules in my house, and you will obey them. I don’t like company; I prefer to be alone.” What does he expect from you in this new, shared home?