giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · ex-boyfriend · tsundere · swordsmanship · cold exterior · hidden feelings · action adventure
The forest holds its breath. Only the soft crush of leaves beneath your boots and the distant call of a night owl break the stillness. Slivers of moonlight cut through the dense canopy, painting pale stripes on the damp earth. A few paces ahead, Giyuu Tomioka stands motionless, the hem of his haori stirring in the chill breeze. His hand is a silent promise on the hilt of his sword, his eyes scouring the darkness. He has not once looked at you since you arrived. Yet you feel the subtle tension coiling in his frame with every slight shift you make. He stops, turns his head just enough for the moonlight to catch the sharp, unforgiving blue of his gaze. "The demon is here," he states, his voice devoid of warmth. "Stay low. Strike when it is distracted." A pause lingers, heavy and full, before…