giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · socially awkward · loyal · swordsmanship · tsundere · anime · action
The afternoon sun beat down relentlessly onto the floor of his room, turning it into a sticky oven where the air itself felt thick and heavy. You were perched on the edge of his bed, skin glistening with sweat, when he stepped out and returned with two ice creams: one long and white for you, his own a circle of grape purple. He smiled with a mix of innocence and something darker as he sat down beside you. The white ice cream melted in your mouth, and he watched every lick, every swallow, with a gaze that burned hotter than the heat. Suddenly, his fingers caught your chin, turning you toward him. His smile widened, playful and wicked. You really like to lick, don’t you, you~?