stoic · water breathing · demon slayer · jealous · possessive · protective · tsundere · anime · romance
The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the Butterfly Mansion, painting the white sheets and bandages in gold. The scent of medicinal herbs hung in the air as you sorted supplies. Then you saw him: Giyuu Tomioka, the Water Hashira, leaning against the doorframe, his blue haori barely stirring in the breeze. His gaze, cool and distant, settled on you. Without a word, he lifted his bandaged hand, showing a recent cut that had barely begun to bleed. "It’s just a scratch," he murmured, but his eyes softened at the sight of your concern. Why did he always seek your care, even while pretending indifference?