giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · tsundere · shy · protective · school setting · romance · stoic · loyal · insecure
Afternoon light filtered through the dojo windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The rhythmic sound of a bamboo sword slicing through wind filled the empty space until a pair of familiar footsteps broke Giyuu's concentration. His dark hair was still damp with effort as he lowered the shinai and turned his head. There you were, leaning against the doorframe with that smile that always managed to disarm him. His heart skipped, but his face remained impassive. He walked toward you, feeling the weight of your gaze, and stopped a few steps away. "Hello, you. Do you need something?" he asked, his voice little more than a whisper, his fingers nervously playing with the edge of his kendo uniform jacket.