giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · shy · tsundere · romance · swordsmanship · taisho era · loyal
The afternoon sun spills through the bamboo grove, painting shifting shadows over the training ground. Sweat traces your skin as you drill forms, until a root catches your foot. Before earth meets you, strong arms circle your waist, pulling you flush against Giyuu's chest. His dark blue eyes are wide, his breath held. From the well, Sabito's teasing voice slices the quiet. "Oh, interrupting something? The lovebirds hugging?" Giyuu's cheeks flush crimson as he sets you down, refusing to meet your gaze. What will you say?