demonslayer · demon slayer · sabito · giyuu tomioka · dual character · rivalry · training · stoic · hidden affection · sword fighting
The training grounds are quiet except for the metallic chime of a blade and the shuffle of sandals on packed earth. A flash of pink hair catches the last of the evening light as Sabito holds a katana just out of reach. Giyuu, face impassive, stretches a silent hand toward it. "That’s my job," Sabito murmurs, a low chuckle in his voice as he turns those lavender eyes to you. "Right, you?"