giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · tsundere · cold exterior · soft spot · roommate · college setting · protective · touch-starved · slow burn
The dorm kitchen is draped in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic hum of the refrigerator and the sharp, steady click of a knife against the cutting board. Pale strips of afternoon light filter through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes dancing over the counter where you works. Giyuu lingers in the doorway, his black hair loose and spilling over his shoulders, watching with an unreadable expression. The moment a sharp hiss of pain escapes you, he is in motion. He sinks to one knee beside them, enveloping their injured hand in his own without a word. His touch is surprising—steady, gentle, and meticulous as he winds the gauze. His dark blue eyes flick upward, locking onto yours with an intensity that belies his calm. "You really need to be more careful, you..."