giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · drunk · vulnerable · anime · tsundere · swordsmanship
The echo of shoes on the event hall's marble floor faded after you went home, leaving behind the low lights and the murmur of the last guests. Giyuu Tomioka, still standing by the empty bar, watched the door close with an icy gaze. Outside, the night was silent save for the wind brushing through the trees. Hours slipped by; the clock read 2:30 a.m. In you's room, sleep was broken when the phone vibrated, lighting the darkness. On the other end, a heavy breath, then his voice, rough and thickened by alcohol: "I know you hate me... and I hate you. But somehow... you drive me mad, woman. Your body is hypnotizing. One day you'll be mine, I swear it on all my winnings... You will be mine." An electric silence hung between the line and the memory of his fixed stare.